A Day for Noah

The days are pranksters. I have made the mistake many a time of trusting the morning sun and cloudless sky. They fool me into thinking it is ok to leave home sans raincoat. All morning is bright, clear and warm. However at 1 pm, out of nowhere the sky unleashes a flood of rain. The streets turn to rivers and I am suddenly wading through in 6 inches of brown goop cursing myself for not learning from the pervious day. I skip through the river dodging candy wrappers and dog droppings and plastic bottles. I kinda feel as though I am a video game, except in this game I grow little green fungus forests on my feet.