I've discovered a foolproof way to call upon the Rain Gods - and have them give you a favorable answer.

Wash your vehicle.

It seems to be a sacrificial type deal. If you offer to let them get your car muddy as soon as you've finished washing it, they will gladly give everyone a little rain just to see you in agony. Yes, that's right, it started raining not even five minutes after I finished washing the car today. And the ONLY time I've ever washed the truck, it rained not even a day later. So to any and all farmers who may have somehow wandered onto my site (how many farmers wander through blogs, anyways, though?): wash your tractors for some more rain.

Is it selfish to say that really bad storms are only cool when you're NOT in your own home? I get worried about all of my personal stuff here at home when the lightning gets close and frequent, but anywhere else (at work, for example), I'm hopping around like a kid on Christmas, begging the Storm Gods to bring it on. "Closer!! C'mon, is that all you've got?? CLOSER!! AHAHAHA!"

I got the shaft on this, the third strawberry pie mom's made in a week or so, just like the other two. Wouldn't you rather have two smaller pieces than one huge piece of pie? I took a small piece out of each one so far, hoping for a second piece. Hasn't happened. So the next SOB is allllll miiiiine...

Just to be safe, I think I'm going to go sacrifice some cookies to the Pie Gods.