I don’t know about the rest of the country, but its cold and rainy here in my neck of the woods. It’s been cold and rainy all winter. We’ve had very little snow and I like snow. Snow is crisp and white and rain is dreary and wet.
All the rain is unusual around here. Especially for this time of year. It’s bizarre, but I guess it’s not as unusual or as bizarre as some weather reports from other parts of the globe. Like when it rained jellyfish in Tasmania in 1991. Or in 1990 when a Japanese fishing boat was sunk by raining cows. Personally, I don’t believe it rained cows. I think it’s more likely that the fishermen drank too much Sake and ran into some rocks or something. If I got toasted on Sake and sank a fishing boat, I’d blame it on raining cows, too.
From almost the beginning of time, there has always been unexplained accounts of weird rain. Accounts of frog rain, fish rain, squid rain, worm rain, crab rain, and even alligator rain. And in 1841, field workers in Tennessee reported blood rain. Yuck. I’d rather get pelted by crabs and stinging jellyfish than blood.
What are you doing on this fine first day of spring? Planting bulbs or is the weather too weird? And the bigger question is; do you believe in raining frogs and cows?