SPENCER. I made it rain yesterday. Pour actually. For no apparent reason. The skies were mostly clear. The weather was unnoticeably perfect. The birds were chirping. Dogs wer introducing themselves. The flowers on my street stood at pastel attention. But I couldn't stand it. I turned a 30% chance of rain into a severe late evening thunderstorm. Flash flood warnings stayed in effect until almost midnight. Even when I first noticed it was sprinkling I could have made it stop. But I had my heart set on a torrential downpour complete with bowling alley thunder and lightning that shut the power down. Still I didn't feel soaked enough so I commanded a tremendous hailstorm. And I stood outside in it, convincing myself that the more pelted I am, the more drenched I become, the more coughs I develop, the more pneumonia I contract, then the more deserving I'll be of a warm, dry afternoon.
CURTAIN