The odds of any weather forecast predicting rain in the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas are heavily skewed in favor of the naysayers any given time of year.
We live with 0-20% humidity daily; a far cry from the Chicago of which I was accustomed for 50 years. Down here arthritis pain, or I should say inflation due to humidity or cold, is a distant memory (thank goodness).
So one becomes the Rodney Dangerfield heckler in the crowd when the weatherman, or weather[dot]com for that matter, forecasts rain. You plow ahead and plan that birthday BBQ or soccer game anyway. You wash the car and exterior windows of the house in full anticipation that once again, the rain will evaporate before ever hitting the ground once more. Rain is seldom, welcomed and evaporates quickly. Welcome to DFW.
Yesterday was such a day as I monitored weather[dot]com’s radar map and posted to my old Chicago friends on Facebook “it looks as though we’re going to miss the rain once again but I can’t say the s
