Down south this time of year it should be a warm rain. Just be glad it aint pi$$ being dumped from an airplane.
This reminds me of spending a couple weeks of the summer of 1971 in a small town of maybe 100 people in western Montana after my 6th grade year at school.
A couple friends and I jerry-rigged a swing on a railroad trestle using a length of rope and a piece of plywood as a seat. I decided to use the swing once and occasionally felt a drop of water on my head or shoulders. I was puzzled because there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Then I looked directly above, spotted a couple of starlings and put it all together.
After going back to my aunt and uncle’s place and taking a shower, I never used that swing again. It was a GREAT trip and I have many good memories, including this one.
Nothing like the smell of a wet donkey to speed you on your way.
bird drops keep falling on my head