Knock it off or I'll move back to Portland

I've got drizzle on my schnizzle.  No likey.  I do however like this op-ed that was on our little league web site:

New York Times - August 5, 2003 

And the Forecast Is . . . 
By MICHAEL RUBINER 


Wednesday in New York : Rain. Heavy at times. Followed by periods of precipitation. 

Thursday : Lingering showers throughout the day. Chance of rain 800 percent. 

Friday : Moist. Damp. Sodden. 

Saturday : Rainish. Showery. Precipitacious. 

Sunday : Light rain followed by heavy rain followed by pouring. 

Monday : Unseasonably rainy in the morning. Uncharitably rainy in the afternoon. Unconscionably rainy in the evening. 

Tuesday : Endless showers broken up by occasional flooding. 

Wednesday : Remember "Waterworld"? Like that, only with more rain. 

Thursday : Not sunny. The opposite of sunny. Just forget about sunny, O.K.? 

Friday : Clearing just long enough for you to make weekend plans. Followed by obscene amounts of rain. 

Saturday : Take a wild guess. 

Sunday : Incessant, spirit-crushing rain. The kind of rain that makes it futile to get out of bed in the morning. The kind of rain that seems as if it will never end. And guess what? It never will. Ever. Do you understand? 

Monday : Please go away. 

Tuesday : Ample, brilliant sunshine throughout the day. Wait — did I say sunshine? I meant rain. Really hard rain. 

Sorry for the redeux facebook friends, but it deserved another showing!  I love the term "spirit-crushing rain".  Perfect.