Beatin' the heat

The border collie heard it first. "It's raining," he said. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. I thought he was in insulin shock. It's been in the 90s, way warmer than we're comfortable with especially this time of year. Sure enough, I heard it too. A whooshing sound. Water. I grabbed my leather flying cap and headed out to investigate. It didn't take long to figure out what was going on. Right next door was a long line of natives waiting to use the newly installed weather beater.


OK, I admit it. I ducked in the house and grabbed a shower cap and took my place in line.