For those of you who don’t wish to read an editorial on such a mundane topic as the weather, please look elsewhere.

For those of you who made it to this line, I appreciate it.

When I interviewed here for the position I’m in now, it rained. It rained for the next two days as well.

I was driving a car that didn’t like to get wet, and rainy days had a tendency to make the engine cut off because of a short in the wiring or some such.

I originally commuted from Northport to Russellville for my job because I lived with my brother just outside of Tuscaloosa.

I didn’t have to do that for long because my dad helped me get a place of my own here in town.

I’ve talked about my apartment before in my rants and raves, so don’t expect me to do that here.

After I moved up here, it rained some more. I was heading to a basketball game one night in the rain when my car decided to overheat. Two days later I tried to drive it for the last time.

All the car did was cut out on Hwy 43 beside the turning lane for Walmart, and it only took my boss, a Good Samaritan and two police officers to get the thing off the road.

My dad quickly diagnosed the problem — a blown head gasket. Seeing as how the car was a 1998 Ford, the prognosis was bleak for the little vehicle.

I have a different vehicle now fortunately enough, but I still get a little gun-shy whenever it rains heavily. I’m used to my vehicle objecting to rain, after all.

My car now seems to be OK with a little rain, though. After I got my new vehicle, it quit raining for several days — finally.

My car actually had time to get dirty before the heavens opened up again the other day to dump precipitation upon the world.

Ha — free car wash.