Oh no, don't let the rain come down
Don't let the rain come down,
My roof's got a hole in it and I might drown"
"When the rain comes, they hide themselves in bed
They might as well be dead
When the rain comes
When the rain comes"
Well, today was another baker, and there I was, a little steamed vegetable wilting in the heat. I was walking around the 'hood in my postal shorts and red tank, having abandoned my diabolically designed, heat-retaining postal uniform shirt. This is strictly against the rules, of course. One must be in full and proper postal costume at all times, but you know how I get with rules. I know they exist, but I am foggy about why, or what they have to do with little old me.
Rain, I don't mind. As the Beatles sang, the weather's fine. :-)