Here is the #1 rule for anyone walking when rain is forecast: “The rain shall fall hardest when the walker is furthest from home.”
That’s how it works, and that’s how it worked today. It. Rained. Hard. It. Poured.
Today’s rain recalled my all time favorite adage from the U.S. Postal Service: “Neither snow nor rain nor…” I knew what today’s forecast was, watched the radar for an approaching tropical storm and figured I had to get out on my path while the getting was good.
How come? A couple of reasons. Rain washes things down and away; there is a strong chance the Dasani and Pepsi bottles would go down the proverbial storm drain. Close behind would be the other pieces of plastic; in all likelihood none of it would ever be recovered. It would be downstream for good.
I’m more than willing to endure a drenching if that means less junk ends up where it shouldn’t be. Plus, I found a quarter on the sidewalk. I won all the way around.