NNNOOOOO!!!!!

I fear my boots have been ruined. I must wait 'til morn to uncover the truth behind my suspicions but the circumstances seem dreary. The day has been long and the rains seem to be everlasting. Endless rivers and lakes suddenly appear where laughing children and running animals once were. Is this the time of Noah? Nay. It is the monsoon season. Only once a year do the eternal showers visit our village. This may be the worst yet. Businesses closed due to bad weather. Vehicles abandoned on roadsides. Families run out of their houses just to escape the climbing waters. What shall we do? What shall we do? As of yet, our only option seems to be endurance. It is true what they say, only the strong survive. Whether it be rains (from Spain) that overtake our plains or gale-force winds that destroy our well-coiffed hair, I am staying strong. I laugh in the face of extreme weather. HA HA! I AM STRONG ENOUGH! I CAN DO IT! SILLY WEATHER, FLOODS ARE FOR KIDS! Now, about my boots. I really think they got ruined! I was walking out of the persian-party-of-the-hour when I stepped off the sidewalk and into a HUGE puddle of water (duh, of course it was water). I felt it slowly making its way inside my boots. My socks very quickly started to become sponges of that damned rain water. Ugh! Why can't we have proper drainage systems here in this darn city. Whatever, now I have a proper excuse to go shoe shopping. Woot!!!!

Cheese-and-Rice,
FF
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