I generally love the rain. Cloudy, damp, doesn't get much better than that. But I made two exceptions this week. The first was at the behest of a coworker whose troubled oldest son was graduating from high school having gotten to graduation by way of jail. All of his relatives made a point to show up, but the ceremony was set to take place in the small high school gym if it rained. Without the room of the fairgrounds, that meant that each graduate could only have two guests (the rest could watch through closed-circuit television). So, hoping that all of the relatives would get to see the special day, I crossed my fingers.

It didn't work. It rained.

Unfortunately, my new job prevents me from going out to Oklahoma with Kevin and the crew for this year's float trip. The annual rain fall is the one thing that can apparently always be counted on for those trips. Last year I very much enjoyed the rain, but I figure this year - since I won't be there - I would cross my fingers so that the rest of the gang could enjoy the trip.

It didn't work.

I'm going to start crossing my fingers to avoid rain a lot more often. It might make for another record precipitation year around these parts.