And then it rained...

And it never, ever, ever stopped raining. It rained until I couldn't ride my horse for a million weeks, and it rained while he had new shoes nailed into his giant, honkin big feet. It poured down until the phone lines in CowTown were disabled, and then it kept right on raining until the hall that my best friend's bridal shower is in FLOODED SO IT WOULD NO LONGER BE USABLE.

And then, once all the damage was done, once all fifty five invited guests were called about the error, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. BECAUSE THE SUN IS A SNARKY BASTARD LIKE THAT.