In my last post I wrote about coming to terms with the rain and learning to appreciate rain. I lied. So I am going to come clean, even though my car didn't.
That's right -- after all the rain, my car is still covered in icky green pollen. Every time I go to my car the pollen layer is thicker. I accidentally smear myself with the pollen when opening and closing car doors or squeezing past my car in a parking lot and it makes quite a mess.
I only wanted the rain to come so it would clean off my car. Why do I care? I am vehemently opposed to car washes. I can't fathom paying to clean my car, not to mention the waste of water. That is the job of rain. Rain isn't just god for nourishing plants and animals, but it is great for cleaning. Best of all, it's free.
Every winter, my husband and I have a disagreement over getting the car washed. He wants to take the car to get washed after a layer of road salt has crusted the car. I resist. Surely it will rain and take care of the grime. Then it usually does rain and the car is clean.
But today the rain didn't clean my car off. In fact the rain seemed to make the pollen shroud worse. The rain spread the filth around and left marks in the layer of green mocking me about it's power to clean.
Rain is just a tease sometimes. I don't really embrace it -- unless when it comes again tomorrow, it finishes what it started and cleans off my car.
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