when it rains, it pours

in michigan, when it was raining, it was "rainy."

¿no entiendes? voy a repetirlo:

in michigan, when it was raining, it was "rainy." like, i'd look at weather.com or listen to chuck gaidica and discover that today deserved a little rain cloud over a sliver of cartoon sun, that it's gonna be a rainy one, drizzle in the morning giving way to rain showers the rest of the afternoon and overnight.

but here i only ever listen to a crackling radio disney broadcast or watch sueña conmigo or 2-week-old "chelsea lately"s, and weather.com is broken. that is to say i can't find The Weather Channel and online weather is an unending picture of either stormy clouds or sunny skies, depending on the weatherdude's mood i guess (my theory- they've employed two weather predictors, an optimist and a pessimist, and they alternate their shifts on a weekly basis).

¿y entonces?

osea, there's no predicting weather in la capital. want to go to the beach? too bad, it's raining. want to lay out in the backyard? too bad, it's raining. want to snuggle up with someone in the rain? too bad, it's... well... it's raining, so that part works, but it's all just a bit more complicated than willing it to rain, really. want to walk to the nacional to save money on a cab? too bad, it's hot as fuck and your drenched, gringa ass is gonna freak out a lot of grocery store patrons out while you spend an inordinate amount of time cooling down in the yogurt section and considering six different brands of mozerella.

so i wonder, is it really necessary to predict? to "know"? cause it seems i only know for certain when the rain is falling down all around me, when the roof over the patio starts to leak and the urge to put on a sweater and stare out at the night and smoke half a pack of cigarettes takes me over.

i love the rain. i can't predict it, nor does my will have any influence over its presence in my life... but damn, when it rains, it pours