Rushing, Running Rivulets

And the rain, rain, rain

Came down, down, down,

When the rain, rain, rain

Came down, down, down.*

For days, now. I'm trying to remember if the last time I saw the sun was Saturday or Sunday. Or Friday? The point being, that it feels like weeks.

I got to drive the expressways through the deluge for two days straight. I'm not sure which was more nerve-wracking - the slow, bumper-to-bumper crawl, or the trying to drive to speed (Which in Chicago means 65 - 70 mph. The speeds posted are merely suggestions. Starting speeds, as it were.), with visibility non-existent because of the spume churning up from the tires. Don't get me started on the joys of hydro-planing.

Any wonder, then, that I abandoned my "real" knitting last night and came up with this?



Sunshine,
blue skies,
and
green grass.

The cure for sunshine deprivation.

* Special thanks to "Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day."