Sometimes

it starts f*cking pouring outside and you know your drivers side window is open yet you don't want to get soaked so you leave it. I won't be cursing really until I go and plop my butt down in the seat.
wetness.

Finally finding rhythm, beating out chord after chord until it conforms to some thing other then the same pattern I'm been strumming for a decade.

It has rained for almost 24 hours straight. I'm worried about the garden. It'd best be nice and hot this weekend or I will string Vince up by his toes from the hickory tree at Genesee pond.