So at one point, I lived in California, aka the state that's on fire. And for those who don't know, California was going through a drought for a while. Rain, what's rain? Oh yeah, it was that thing I liked when I was a kid. Anyway, we didn't get nearly enough rain, so that was fun. (Not.)
So one day, I was looking at the forum of a writing group I'm in, and someone in England was complaining about the rain. Not just rain, but endless water that was flooding areas. I pointed out the irony of it all: here I was in a drought, and she's drowning. Jokingly, I said, "Hey, perhaps you could bring that excess water my way." Her reply was along the lines of 'I wish'.
So one day, I was looking at the forum of a writing group I'm in, and someone in England was complaining about the rain. Not just rain, but endless water that was flooding areas. I pointed out the irony of it all: here I was in a drought, and she's drowning. Jokingly, I said, "Hey, perhaps you could bring that excess water my way." Her reply was along the lines of 'I wish'.
That winter, it rained. And rained, and rained. There was one month where it rained the majority of the days. Perhaps one of the reasons this sticks in my mind is because we were having problems with our phone lines whenever it rained, and no matter how often we complained, it did not get fixed, or they would replace the wrong thing, etc. But I digress. So at one point later on, I wrote to her, "Hey, thanks for bringing those rain clouds over here!"
And it wasn't just California, either. In in another state, other family members of mine were in the Land of Eternal Snow. For a while, my second cousins had more snow days than school days. Being in love with snow, I was definitely envious.