To Blame

The barbecues were all fired up,
The tag sale items tagged;
The store was crowded - grill supplies
And drinks were getting bagged.

We'd driven through the car wash
So the car'd be nice and spiffy;
The weatherman implied the weather
Wouldn't be too iffy.

Yet just as we stepped through the door,
The sky became quite dark.
Despite the early sun,
The weatherman was off the mark.

The heavens opened up and sent
A burst of pouring rain.
At first I thought those dogs and burgers
Had been bought in vain.

It rained for fifteen minutes,
Then the sun came peeking through.
The tag sale must be over
But not so the barbecue.

I should have known that it would rain.
I'd caused the situation;
'Cause going through a car wash
Is a raindrop's invitation!