When it Rains, it Pours.

It’s been raining for roughly the past month here in Oklahoma. It’s like we have our own mini-hurricane that just keeps circling the state.

Everyone (and I mean everyone) is complaining. “I can’t keep up with their lawn.” “This is summer in Oklahoma for “christake.” It’s not supposed to rain, it’s supposed to be 100 degrees and bone dry.” “I’ve only been to the lake once and it’s almost July.” “My basement won’t stop flooding!”

Okay, I can almost sympathize with that last one, but I for one am enjoying it. It reminds me of growing up in Pennsylvania and summers at my grandparent’s house. Of early morning and, cheesily enough, picking blueberries at the edge of their yard. Basically, this weather is suiting me just fine and it can hang around for a little while longer if I have any say in the matter.

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