IT RAINED FOR four years, eleven months, and two days. There were periods of drizzle during which everyone put on his full dress and a convalescent look to celebrate the clearing, but the people soon grew accustomed to interpret the pauses as a sign of redoubled rain…  The worst part was that the rain was affecting everything and the driest of machines would have flowers popping out among their gears if they were not oiled every three days, and the threads in brocades rusted, and wet clothing would break out in a rash of saffron-colored moss. The air was so damp that fish could have come in through the doors and swum out the windows, floating through the atmosphere in the rooms.  -- Dave St. Peter channeling Gabriel Garcia Marquez

O.k.  Maybe it’s not that bad, but another rainy day must mean another Twin game at Target Field.  Jose Berrios on the mound and maybe Molitor has Mauer batting lead off again.  First pitch at 7:10p. I think it’s time to win a game again and appease the Titans (Puckett and Killebrew) whose tears have rained down upon us these last few days.