More than 60 days. That’s how long it’s been since Alabama got any significant rain. I’ve tried dancing, and that effort was about as useless as tits on a boar. (I can just hear my family now … “Oh Audrey!” That’s always the exclamation when I say something that’s really not ladylike. But I couldn’t resist!) Nevertheless, let’s see if we can’t conjure up a few showers by looking at some idioms about rain.
It came a frog strangler. There was so much water that even the amphibious would be overcome.
It came a chunk floater. It rained so fast and so hard that the runoff would float logs or chunks of wood.
It came a gully washer. A gully is a ditch or small ravine that is created when the dirt is washed away by a heavy downpour.
It’s raining buckets. The rain is so heavy, it appears as if someone is throwing buckets of water at you.
Too stupid to come in out of the rain. That’s pretty dumb.
Right as rain. Absolutely correct.
Don’t rain on my parade. Don’t mess up my plans with your nonsense.
When it rains, it pours. Everything always happens at once — good or bad.
Weather the storm. Even if everything bad does happen all at once, you’ll make it through.
It’s raining cats and dogs. In the 16th century many homes had thatched roofs, and animals would nestle in the thatch to stay warm. If it rained too hard, however, the animals would be driven off the roof to find a drier place to wait out the storm. As they leapt down past the windows, it gave the appearance that the animals were falling from the sky.
Now all we have to do is wait and see what we’ve conjured up. I know you won’t catch me complaining about rain any time soon, because, as we all know, into every life a little rain must fall. Just so you know, though, if this doesn’t work, we’ll have to start killing snakes and hanging them over tree limbs, but that’s a whole other story.