First things first, here some Tim Hortons coffee for all of you, grab yourself a chair and sit back and relax, because your friend Henry has a story to tell.
Hereās my story and itās sad but trueā¦āno this is not a Dion DiMucci, or a Metallica song,ā this is my story of what happened two days ago.
This all happened around 5:00 in the afternoon, Donna and I were working in the garden and happen to notice that the skyās were starting to get a little dark, we didnāt think to much of it so we continued to pull weeds.
It wasnāt before too long that we couldnāt help the continuous darkening skyās, (keep in mind itās hard to tell if they are rain clouds or smoke from the fires in Canada, which weāve been plagued with for a couple of Months now) so Donna says to me āI think itās going to rain,ā so I pull my phone from my back pocket and take a look at the radar, ānopeā¦.nothing on the radar anywhere in Michigan, and I mean, No Where.ā
We continued to work in the garden for another 30 seconds to a minute and just then it started to sprinkle. š³ (remember I had just took my top and doors off this past weekend.)
Since it started to sprinkle, I decided to walk back to the house and get the Bronco cover and tarp to put on, I just made a few steps and it started to pourā¦ā¦and I mean āpour.ā
The second I got the cover outside I had a hard time putting it on the Bronco because the cover was sticking to itself which made it very difficult to unroll and open.
This cover I was trying to put on is not waterproof, but it helps to hold the tarp up.
It was raining so hard that I pretty much gave up trying to finish tying the cover down and also putting on the tarp.
I waited until the rain slowed down so I could go out and dump what rain was held in pockets on the cover.
It wasnāt too much longer and the rain had finally stopped, so I went out and took the cover off so I could start cleaning out the Bronco, then the unthinkable happened againā¦..it started to downpour againā¦. š”
I took the cover and towels and threw them as far as I could onto the ground, and looked up at the sky and said, āWHY MEā¦.WHY THE F***MEā¦ā¦..WHAT DID I DOā¦ā¦WHY THE F*** ME.ā
āTHE ONLY RAIN IN MICHIGAN IS ONLY ON MY HOUSEā¦..WHAT THE F***.
As the program (Sponge Bob Square Pants would say) ā30 minutes later.ā
I was in the process again cleaning out the Bronco, and thinking to myself āwhy the F meā¦..why the F me,ā when it all of a sudden hit meā¦..
āWhy the F*** themā¦.why the F*** themā¦ā¦
A little rain in the Bronco is nothing compared to all the people in Bronco Nation that have gotten sick, stricken with some type of illness, or even lost their life.
This even goes as far as to all the people we donāt know who have been affected in one form or another with Tornadoes, Floods, Hurricanes, or Firesā¦..
I should feel pretty fortunate that all it was, was a little rain in the Broncoā¦ā¦..
So I finished cleaning the Bronco out with no hatred or anger, just the thoughts of how fortunate I was that it was ājust a little rain.ā
āFrom me to youā¦..Prayers to all of you that need them.ā
Pictures or it didnāt happen!!!







