Whenever it rains, as it is now and ferociously, I'm reminded of what a bonehead I am. It's not of course the only time I'm reminded of this but let's stick to this bit of business shall we?
A while back, I'd bought some new shoes. Like a good shoe owner, I'd decided to spray them to protect them from the elements. The best place for this is outside on the backyard deck as the smell of that spray'll knock you out, at least if you're doing it right.
I sprayed the shoes and went on to wear them many times with the confidence of a man who knows his feet won't turn colour if the shoes get wet.
Some time later, I was sitting and watching television. The chair I was lazing in sits beside the sliding door leading out to the deck. The sound of rain is so soothing isn't it, especially if you're warm and dry?
Something suddenly caught my eye! I jumped in surprise at seeing a sight I couldn't reconcile for a moment. Footprints! On the deck! Had someone been standing there watching me and suddenly bolted? No, who has that uninteresting a life?
It was the outline of where I'd sprayed my shoes. They looked like those little learn to dance diagrams. When I say sometimes I scare myself, I mean it. My fear quickly washed away turning this into one of the few times I've ever actually heard laughter in the rain, my own.