Hump Day Evening


I love walking in the rain.  I haven’t always and especially when I was young.  Walking in the rain usually meant I was soaked to the bone or had soaking wet shoes at the very least.  It also meant go to extremes to avoid stepping on the worms that seemed to invade the sidewalks and the streets.  Stepping on them was … ummm … OK, let’s not talk about that.  Let’s just leave it at avoiding them if at all possible.

Back to the walk.

It was good and in a light rain.  It gives one time to think or at the very least try to avoid being ran over by soccer Moms and soccer Dads in soccer vans who are trying to get home.  They’re damn dangerous in those things.  A fella could get killed by them and their not paying attention to the world around them because they’re too busy yapping on a mobile phone or trying to appease lil’ Suzy who’s hungry and is letting the world know just how unhappy she is about her situation.

That was a nice run on sentence.  I’ll let the grammar Nazis chew on that one.  The walk was great!


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6 thoughts on “Hump Day Evening”

  1. I love walking in the rain too, but most of our rain , when we get rain comes in the form of thunderstorms with lots and lots of lightning, so I don’t do much walking in the rain here.

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