I woke up this morning to find the rain had passed, and i was disappointed as i had high hopes for yesterday’s deluge, i had a plan. As i returned home from work yesterday evening, taking the scenic route by the mountains, my thoughts turned to that evening’s entertainment; a front row seat in the dynasty room, with a beer on the table anda pizza in my hand and eyed watch the shower of cloud water fall onto our garden and shout to Moo Moo beside me;
“RUTH! RUTH! Would you look at that rain!”
. . . and she wouldint listen as sheed be playing word dash on her phone, but the weather cruelly hadda different plan, the serious rain was not to pass over Firhouse, only light rain would arrive, and disenchanted i moved to the living room and watched Sarah Conor escape with her male friend from the future, fromma machine determined to ruin her week, and i thought of my rain and how it had ruined mine.