These last two weeks of rain remind me of a joke my father used to love to tell.
A young man is talking on the telephone to his girlfriend. He tells her,
"I love you so much, I'd climb the highest mountain for you, cross the widest desert, swim the deepest ocean."
He pauses.
"Oh, by the way, I won't be coming over tonight. It's raining."
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