The devil exists

It happened again.

You wake up on a holiday, and to your delight, it's an unusually bright day. You find it in yourself to do your laundry for the week; and your next hour and a half are spent in the bathroom, playing dodge with the clothes and wash with the detergent.

Anyways, you get the deal done, wring the water out of the clothes, put them in a bucket, and as you reach the balcony with the now heavy load, you see that the sun is gone, instead, there are clouds. And clouds.

Yet, the wind is blowing swift, so you hang the clothes for drying, prepare a nice cup of coffee for yourself, get hold of that novel you've been itching to read, and snuggle into the bed.

Tip! What was that? Tip! Tip! Again? Yes, you turn to the window, and see the inevitable. It's raining.

And then it happens again, the next week. And the next.

Someone somewhere has a pathetic sense of humor.