When it Rains

It pours.

At least that’s what they say.

However, it is possible for it to rain and not pour. I guess it depends on your definition of pour.

It rained tonight. I thundered. There was lightning. It poured.

I was out of state with my wife. I could have posted on my blog while I was away. The Internet is everywhere. I didn’t. We drove 750 miles each way. All the way through. Long drive. We used to stop half way and get a motel room. Now we save money by driving the whole distance in 12 hours.

We took our dog. She rides well. Stayed in a pet friendly motel in Write City, Missouri. We got back yesterday. Got to go back to work the day after tomorrow.

Author: Wayne Boyd

Wayne Edward Boyd was born in Morristown, New Jersey in 1953. He is a published author, former ISKCON sannyasi, and traveler, having lived on 3 continents and visited 37 countries. He presently lives in Amarillo, Texas working as a correctional officer and has interests in photography, political science and astronomy.

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