It hasn’t rained yet. (Those short, five minute storms don’t count.)
Seriously, where’s the rain? It’s not like I live in California or Arizona. Michigan is surrounded by water, yet it doesn’t fall on my lawn.
It’s so dry, gazelles graze in my lawn. I’m pretty sure I saw a lion prowling through the dead grass.
I didn’t realize that I needed to plant cacti in my yard if I wanted plants.
With all the sun we’ve been getting, I wish my patio had solar panels. I can cook on the stones…when they solidify from their magma state.
But, at least it’s summer and I don’t need to shovel snow. …and, with a lawn full of gazelle, I don’t need to mow either. I suppose, it could be worse. There could also be a drought or forest fires.
Of course, if the live below Ohio or along the east coast, you’re probably praying for an end to the rain. Just goes to show you that things could always be worse.