I’m going MAD, MAD, MAD from the rain, rain, rain…

It seems like it’s been raining for months. It has! It’s been raining for the last 4 months and I’m sick of it. Humidity is normal in the south but I feel like I’m drowning each time I leave the house now. I’ll probably regret saying that when we go through a dry spell and I have to water the lawn every day. But right now I’m tired of seeing all the green and black mold growing where it shouldn’t. I’m annoyed about not being able to clean up and enjoy my screened-in porch ‘cause it keeps raining and I can’t put my chairs close to the screened side because they’ll get wet…again! My lawn is mud and pools and ponds where grass used to grow and mosquito larvae are probably growing there by the millions. I’m sick of putting all my rain gear on to take the dog outside so she can do her poop and pee and then having to haul out towels to dry her off when she comes in soaking wet. I remember one of the short stories in Ray Bradbury’s book “The Illustrated Man” called "The Long Rain". I am including a short synopsis from Wikipedia here:

"The Long Rain" — A group of astronauts are stranded on Venus, where it rains continually and heavily. The travelers make their way across the Venusian landscape to find a "sun dome", a shelter with a large artificial light source. However, the first sun dome they find has been destroyed by the Venusians. Searching for another sun dome, the characters, one by one, are driven to madness and suicide by the unrelenting rhythm of the rain. At the end of the story, only one sane astronaut remains, and manages to find a functional sun dome.

I’m going slowly MAD from the sound of the rain, first softly tapping on my window panes and then loudly hitting windows and roof. Then there's the sound of water dripping into the bucket I have had to put in my fireplace to catch the rain blown down the flue from gale force wind gusts. I’m going MAD (I tell you) from not being able to move about without an umbrella always at the ready. I am fed up with jumping over puddles between where I park my car and the building I want to enter, winding up with wet feet anyway. Drip, drip, drip, splash, glub…