Longing for raindrops

I was driving on the Schuykill Expressway (known as the SEX in some circles) this afternoon, when I saw a few tiny raindrops start to hit my windshield. I offered up a word of thanks to the weather gods, assuming that this was the beginning of a heavy storm that would clear the humidity out of the air (and in the process, clean my dirty, dusty car). But by the time I got to my destination, the raindrops were but a memory, never turning into a storm at all.

Oh weather, why must you tease me so?

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