The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain, so the nursery rhyme goes. When it rains in Spain are not illustrated, but then it’s a nursery rhyme, not a weather report. My one visit to Spain spent several days in Cartagena on Mediterranean coast province of Murcia. It was warm and dry. Southern California is a lot weather-wise, like southern Spain Maybe, like this weekend, it falls all at once and then goes away.
Since mid-afternoon yesterday, Comet and Dexter have had the opportunity to go outside, but have been waiting on me to take them for a walk. In the pouring rain. Pouring. Then, for a moment’s tease before we got ready for church, it was dry. The sun came out. I took a few steps outside to the car. And it resumed raining.
Half-joking, I thought I would take the dog-shampoo and Comet outside while it poured. I did not get to complete that thought as we had to leave for church. The sermon today talked about having resolve to remain mission-focused: exhibit integrity, exercise discipline, take courage and to model humility. As the rain is still falling, I am feeling a lazy Sunday coming on. But this is contrary to being mission-focused. Am I feeling guilt-urged to walk the dogs? I want to write. Now everything’s getting put off because I am looking at the rain and pondering my responsibilities.
Rain, rain, go away, Come back another day. Preferably Monday. I still need to walk Dexter and Comet. I am thinking what else would be a fine Sunday pastime.
Asking the missus to bake some rainy-day chocolate chip cookies.
But then there would still be the dogs to walk. And wet-dog and chocolate chip cookies are not aromas I care to mix.