Rain rain go away!

For the past 3 months or so it has rained almost everyday. I think this is strange for Jiayi. From what the locals tell me it doesn’t usually rain this much.

It always seems to rain right when I don’t want it to as well. Like just now. i woke up from a nap. Woke up 30 minutes early so I could take my dogs outside. I got dressed and put the leashes on the dogs. BANG!!! It started to rain.

It’s also annoying in that the parks are almost always wet so my dogs get dirty as hell when I take them out.

I was planning on spending most of this summer at the beach (Kenting) but the weather hasn’t co-operated with that.

When will it stop!?!?!?

Going crazy in Jiayi :loco:

Those guys you knocked out have been burning a lot of joss sticks, praying for some way to enact revenge. :wink:

Lo Bo To,
I guess you’re just unlucky. I seldom run into any rain as I don’t need to commute during the afternoon hours.

In fact, I’m enjoying the summer in Chiayi. It’s nice to have some rain to keep temps down and the air clean. The mountains are looking lovelier than ever, and the beer tastes good. And even if it does rain when I’m out, it’s not a problem because it’s so warm. Just be grateful that our winters are very dry. One wet winter in Taipei was enough for me.

Note to one’s self…lot’s of counter-praying

Ok. I take it back.

It’s been dry as hell and hot for the past few days.

Lovin’ it :laughing:

This being my 1000th post :smiley: I thought I would complain about the rain again.

Let’s please not have a repeat of last summer.

At least stop for the upcomming long weekend.

I started a thread called that, ages ago. It wasn’t much cop, though…

But enough about you. Let’s talk about me. I’m about to go outside, which means it will start raining in about ten minutes.

A bit of Douglas Adams to cheer up the otherwise sad and lonely journey that is your life. [quote]

It was at the very moment that his fury was peaking that there
loomed swimmingly in his headlights, hardly visible through the
blatter, a figure by the roadside.

A poor bedraggled figure, strangely attired, wetter than an otter
in a washing machine, and hitching.

“Poor miserable sod,” thought Rob McKeena to himself, realizing
that here was somebody with a better right to feel hard done by
than himself, “must be chilled to the bone. Stupid to be out
hitching on a filthy night like this. All you get is cold, wet,
and lorries driving through puddles at you.”

He shook his head grimly, heaved another sigh, gave the wheel a
turn and hit a large sheet of water square on.

“See what I mean?” he thought to himself as he ploughed swiftly
through it. “You get some right bastards on the road.”

Splattered in his rear mirror a couple of seconds later was the
reflection of the hitch-hiker, drenched by the roadside.

For a moment he felt good about this. A moment or two later he
felt bad about feeling good about it. Then he felt good about
feeling bad about feeling good about it and, satisfied, drove on
into the night.

At least it made up for having been finally overtaken by that
Porsche he had been diligently blocking for the last twenty

And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after
him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKeena was a Rain God.
All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a
succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they
loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water

I am more interesting than you, Loretta. Are you the hitcher? Is that story symbolic?

It’s Douglas Adams, you work it out.

I make it a rule not to read anything my dad read. Thank you for the Wikipedia link, though. I’m sure if I had never heard of something, that would have been the last places I’d have thought to look!

Lucky for you you’ve got me and Fortigurn to enlighten you!

Shure! Loretta, you are very cool!