It is raining. It has been raining for the last two days. Almost non-stop. My yard is a river. There are kids in our neighborhood, in the street, playing with jet skis. When I first moved to Alabama, people said the weather was going to be the worst thing to contend with. And they were right, to a point. The weather is unpredictable, as though your senile uncle Albert is fiddling with the weather controls.