I know, I haven't written spontaneously in a while. Lots to do, occasional bouts of depression, and the stupid ants we found on the kitchen counter had a lot to do with it.

In the meantime, to paraphrase whomever on the AJC's "Vent" column: "Will the person who did the rain dance please knock it off?"

Last year we were in the throes of a drought. When we went out to Claudia and Doug's property in Douglasville to fly rockets, we brought water in case of fire.

This year it seems that every other day it rains. The lawn looks like a forest but there is no dry time for someone to cut it. Worse, severe thunderstorms have been plowing through with unnerving frequency. Not quite two weeks ago, while we were safely ensconced in the North Georgia mountains, a lollapalooza of a storm came through with hail and the classic green sky that heralds a tornado (I'd always heard about this sky but never wanted to see it; I did--as green as Oz!).

Today the sky turned that color black and smoky grey that looks as if all the Hounds of Hell are on the hunt. They even asked us to go down to the first floor of our building. The rain looked as if it were lashed by a hurricane (the type of weather I call "Georgia Monsoon Season"). It rolled away only to be followed by another not an hour later. Last night's 90 minute commute looks like it may repeat itself.

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