Butt-naked Rain Dance...

I am sure that the farmers in our area are down on their knees beggin' God to throw a little rain our way...and every time I walk through our garden I swear I can hear the vegtable plants begging through cracked parched lips "WATER" "WATER". If I knew how to do an Ancient Indian Raindance I would trot around my yard and be beggin' right along with the farmers.This morning we had these HUGE clouds right over our house and surrounding fields and I could see how they were bursting with enough rain to give these crops a huge thirst quenching gulp, but instead they just floated by teasing and taunting , its a wicked cloud that chooses not to empty itself on a rain deprived dirt cracked field...and we have had no mercy from any of the clouds that have passed over us all day. On a more friendly note...yesterday we spent the day at a popular waterpark, we had a blast and several coldwater enemas...after we had become the proper shade of 'scorched red' we called it a day...but not before we spent an hour or so shopping on the "strip" where we found a few antique shops and some cute little novelty shops where my guy found a display of incense with some very interesting "scents" for instance at the moment our entire house has the soft and pleasant deep smoky aroma of "Butt-Naked" one of the scents "he" chose...ironically "Butt-Naked" smells very much like Sweet Pea blossoms after a rain storm...