Apparently, I'm a rain god.
I came to it late in life, admittedly. In the last three weeks, from what I can piece together. Just since I turned forty.
How do I know? Good question. Fact one: Atlanta suffered a five-year drought that ended just recently. Now we've had a month of rain and a 200-year flood. I miss my backyard. Fact two: I've been on two press events in the intervening 11 days since I aged prematurely, and both have been washouts.
The first? The 2010 Kia Sorento. It's an all-wheel-drive family crossover so, psshh, it's a bonus wrinkle on the test-drive experience. The second drencher? Far sadder, here in Portugal, where I skytripped this week to drive the 2010 Porsche 911 Turbo. All last week, nothing but sunshine and blue skies. This week? Sheets of rain. Torrential downpours. Driving wind.
Ascension comes with a heavy price. You can make all the personal-wetness jokes you want, but this is one time I wished my powers would have disappeared for a few hours. Rain is a...