It's raining, it's pouring.
The old man is out dragging a box-scraper across the corn field.
Well, actually I'm pretty sure he's sitting in the car staying dry and warm between showers.
I was out gathering stakes and cross-pieces for putting up the tomato wires when this thorough and heavy down-pour chased me in.
Wow! It is really a soaker.
Lovely gray and blue and white drifting wings of clouds and blowing squalls. You can see the storm giants treading along the bottom of my watermelon field, looking for things to hit and blow away. They're actually invisible but you can see the rain being pushed before them as they stride across the hills and fields.
Goin' out to clean-up in barn shortly, if I can.
Have fun, the rain will.
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We had the same thing yesterday. Finally, some rain and wind to clear out the dust and the smoke from the wildfires all the way down in Georgia. The sky is blue again instead of brown/gray.
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