There was a joke at The Telegraph that I could make it rain just by writing a story about how it is really dry. Today I have a story in the Concord Monitor about how it’s been wicked dry, the first time I’ve written this journalistic trope for my new employer – and as I was leaving the newsroom yesterday, it started to rain.
Yeah, baby – I still got it!
It only rained two one-hundredths of an inch, according to the official CoCoRaHS rain gauge at my house, so this isn’t the most impressive of superpowers. But I’ll take what I can get.
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