Where are the weathermen ( and weatherladies) when we need them. Yesterday the New Orleans forecasters promised us a nice afternoon as soon as a front moved out into the Gulf. Dry weather, low humidity, more pleasant temperature --- you know all the promises. So at 4:00 p.m. I am standing under a awning in front of a store out in Kenner waiting for the rain to slow down enough that I can run to the car.
The rain on the parking lot had pooled into the middle and was hurling toward the street, trying to pretend it was the Colorado River roaring through the Grand Canyon. It occurred to me that even if it did start raining, I might need boots to wade across this instant river.
It was almost as if the rain was snubbing its nose at the forecasters. "Try to predict this!"
So today I am not going to even watch the forecast. I'll just look out the window. Better odds.