It's just gonna pour and pour and pour

[austin_dern]

My standing joke is that there's a thunderstorm every afternoon about 1:30, and that if it fails to rain you can go to the Ministry of the Environment and get your hand stamped for a free day. That's a bit of an exaggeration; often the rain is earlier or later in the day, and there can even be exceptional days when there's no rain.

This past week has not been exceptional. For a couple days now there's been heavy rains that start right about 1:00 and continue pretty much until dinnertime. It was heavy enough, in fact, that yesterday I skipped dinner because I didn't have my umbrella -- consecutive days of heavy rain don't impress on me the wisdom of taking my umbrella along, which shows the kind of thinking that my brain accepts -- and couldn't get to a hawker center without getting soaked. I made do with a toaster-oven pizza which may not have been good, but which I could get without being soaked.

So I was mildly curious to hear a report from back home, that near my parents there'd been ten inches of rain in just a half-hour. This didn't affect my parents, though; they were just outside Cobra's weather-control machine range, because they were bone dry. I learned from poking around (nobody ever tells me of flooding anymore) that actually it was closer to eight inches, and over the course of two hours, as if that's substantially better. I don't think it's rained quite that heavily here, though ... yet.

A spam sent me came from the alleged name ``Asphyxiating J Pontiff.'' What a ring that phrase has...

Trivia: Before getting into vaudeville, Arthur Godfrey had a job selling cemetery lots. Source: A Pictorial History of Radio, Irving Settel.

Currently Reading: Tudor Historical Thought, F J Levy.

Comments

[austin-dern.livejournal.com]

Really? Maybe you're thinking too highbrow; I'm just thinking of that little kid's ditty

It ain't gonna rain no more, no more
It ain't gonna rain no more
It's just gonna pour and pour and pour
And pour and pour and pour.

There are other potential verses, about such questions as how in the heck did one get so wet, but that's all I was thinking of.

[patchoblack.livejournal.com]

Ah! No wonder I couldn't place it. Not because I hadn't heard that tune, but...well...I believe that the chorus actually goes...

It ain't gonna rain no more, no more
It ain't gonna rain no more
How in the heck can I wash my neck
If it ain't gonna rain no more?

[austin-dern.livejournal.com]

Hm. That would be a less strained internal rhyme, wouldn't it?