I don’t mind it when it rains. It keeps my well full.
I have a well of joy, a well for water. I don’t have a well for wealth, but I do get regular checks.
By the way, my appendix says “Hi!” — Didn’t wave, but wriggled a bit.
Those regular checks, though a pittance, keep the bills paid.
My appendix went out a long time ago. Perfectly healthy, it was. But I guess it seemed like a good idea to remove it at the time.
I don’t either. I like sun. I like rain. I hate droughts. (sigh…)