I met up with a friend of mine for a 4 mile run yesterday evening (Tuesday), but given the eye-poppingly large number on the temperature gauge - 105 degrees - we decided that walking it might be a better idea.
About midway through our route, the sky got all dark and scary. Dead leaves and debris started to come whipping in circles out of the tree tops, and images of Auntie Em and Toto started coming to mind. (I later came to find out that my vision wasn't all that off base -- a funnel cloud was spotted just a few miles away from where we were.)
Did either one of us bother to check the weather forecast before we left that day? Nah. Why bother? For the last two weeks it has been one of three temperatures: hot and sticky, hotter and stickier, and Africa humidity hot.
Then it started to rain. Big, fat, blessed drops of rain! When you haven't seen rain in several weeks, you don't care if you still have two miles to go and no umbrella. We thoroughly enjoyed getting soaked to the bone on the rest of our walk. I didn't even care when I discovered that I'd left the driver side window open on my car. After the rain storm, the outside temperature gauge on my dashboard displayed a beautiful number, the same number as the last world series won by the Mets - 86. Ahhh....
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