The thing about wishing for something is you sometimes get what you wish for.
Mere minutes ago, we were whining about being in the middle of monsoon season. “What happened to summer?” we wailed. “Why is there all this rain and no sun?”
Even Farmer Brown wasn’t happy. There was too much rain and his crops (like most of us) don’t like soggy toes.
We all sat around wishing for a beautiful day so we could take a walk at lunchtime without wearing hip waders and foul weather gear.
Then, poof! Mother Nature had had enough of the whining. You want sun? I’ll give you SUN, and splat, it was summer. 98 degree summer. High humidity of south Ohio summer. Sun beating down with nary a cloud in sight summer.
Just in time for the summer soccer games.
The good news is the players aren’t slipping in mud puddles.
The bad news is the players are slipping in sweat puddles. (Just as attractive.)
The worse news is that the viewers are sitting in sweat puddles too.
Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.