I love the rain. It keeps my water bills lower, my grass greener, my weeds taller, but it makes one of my dogs muddier. I don't know what it is with one of my dogs, but she loves to lay in the cool mud, the other one, not so much.
Since our dogs are only outside during the day, it means very frequent trips to the tub to rinse her off.
Hmmm...about all that water I was saving?
Be careful what you wish for for you may get it. When I went to Houston for college in 73, the university was jokingly called William Rice Marsh University. It was the hottest and most humid August in memory, to hear the locals tell it, and I was entirely convinced.
After a semester, I had jock itch, athlete's foot, and a fungus in my ear canal, which staged a pitched battle with mold--one would eat the other and the trenches were cracks in my ear canal and their Thermopylae was my left ear drum which burst.
And every night the cockroaches, the size of small cats, would hold a square dance over my bed, with a challenge-level caller. I am told that they are water bugs and not cockroaches. In Florida I would be told that they are palmetto bugs. They are cockroaches. Just as a chimp, although an ape, is a monkey; a dolphin, although a mammal, is a fish; Rosie O'Donnell, although a woman, is a sow.