Farmer H Gets Soaked In POOLIO

Monday afternoon, Farmer H came home a bit early and announced he was getting in POOLIO. We've been in the middle of a heat wave, with temps in the upper 90s, and the heat index hovering around 110 to 115. It's brutal. You open the door to go out, and a wall of moist heat almost knocks you down. Farmer H had spent a couple hours that morning under Bargain House working on the plumbing. So he deserved a dip.

I saw Farmer H bobbing around in POOLIO on his two short pool noodles. He was wearing his orange cap, soaking up the sun on his shoulders, the only part of him really exposed out of the water. I went to lie down for my nap before shower and town. I'd only been in bed about 10 minutes when I heard RAIN pounding on the roof.

What in the Not-Heaven? I didn't even know rain was in the forecast, though it is common for thunderstorms to kick off in the afternoon heat. In fact, I heard a couple faint rumbles of thunder. I wasn't worried about Farmer H, because there were no cracks of lightning, and I knew he was in POOLIO. It wasn't long before Farmer H came into the bedroom.

"I didn't even know rain was in the forecast."

"Me neither! It came on fast. I had to get out of the pool. I got soaked trying to climb the ladder!"

"YOU WERE ALREADY WET!"

"Yeah. But the rain was cold!"

I suppose he could have just lowered his shoulders into the water. Then he would have been in the warm pool water, with his hat protecting his head. But that's Farmer H for you, getting out of POOLIO because the rain was soaking him.