Yes,
I prepare to take off
for the weekend
now it is raining mud.
Red mud.
Mud.
Mud.
No umbrella
Lots of mud.
Window was left open.
Morning sunny clear, dry, nice.
Now, red mud rain.
Bastards.
will come over and wash you off if you request.
Ahem. I do believe there are logistical problems and further to that, I don’t know you.
OMG Collounsbury WHERE is THIS happening? I was once caught in a frogstorm. It rained frogs for about 20 minutes and I was caught outside in it. Damn frogs were splating EVERYWHERE! I STILL can’t stand frogs <shiver>
Well, I’ll never again complain (much) about leaving my windows open at home when it rains; now I see it could well be worse.
How does it rain mud? Does a little tornado pick up the dirt and mix it with rain? I’ll bet laundry day is going to be a real drag this week, huh?
And I always picture you wearing white linen.
Well, a little soiled perhaps, but white nonetheless.
Middle East, where else?
As to how it rains red mud, well there is this thing called the Khamsine. Nice red sand-dust storms off the Sahara. Now, all it needs to do is run into rain clouds and bingo, red muck rain.
Fucking pain.
My dear lieu, starched white linen. I am a starch man.
Yep. Pretty much. Same goes for frogs, fish and any other odd things that have fallen from the sky.
No, no tornados are involved. Massive wind storms coming off of the Sahara. Pressure differentials.
Is mud rain sorta like a shit storm?
And just which bastards would those be?
the weather gods, ofcourse, who else?
you mean you never even heard of them?
My guess would be those little puffy clouds on the tops of olde sailing maps that are blowing on the world.
:eek: <
Wow. Never again will I complain about a light spring rain.
Does anybody else have that Two Tons of Fun disco song going through their heads now?
It’s raining mud, hallelujah!
It’s raining mud, oh crud!
OMG I’d forgotten about THAT song!! Damn now I’ll have that song in my head all freaking day.
Just the ones born out of wedlock.
Well, Collounsbury, rather sadly you have a chance to join Shrub’s forces in the Middle East in their own attempts to muddle through. Here’s hoping your laundry bills are expensed.
We get Sahara sand rain over here in Ireland sometimes. You have to wash your car afterwards. Well, if you bother washing your car.