Bringing Buckets of Rain and Bad Moods

The sky is belching forth untold quantities of rain, and our overstuffed drains have stopped up completely. The parking lot at work is six inches underwater in some spots, and hot orange leaves battered from the treetops are swirling about madly in a frenetic race to see who can first get stuck in, on, and/or under unfortunate pedestrians’ shoes.

The power blew just a few minutes ago, and everyone on my team (and in the surrounding area) was treated to a joyous surprise when each of our computers began emitting an ear-piercing warning whine signifying that we were running on battery backup, or as I like to call it, their final shrieks in the throes of death.

This lively storm also ensures that our fair city will be thrown into a weather-related tailspin. When the first drop of rain, flake of snow, or 15 MPH gust hits town, residents immediately panic and begin crashing their cars into one another and flooding the grocery stores to stock up on peanut butter, tuna fish, and pork ‘n’ beans.

To cheer us all up, here’s a picture of a cat who appears to be having a much worse day than us.