It was Saturday morning back before the time of cable, when kids had to wait all week long to watch some cartoons. I LOVED Saturday morning cartoons. I had my own routine....get up as early as possible grab some cereal and veg out for hours of Superfriends, Captain Caveman, Flintstones etc...
I couldn't have been in a better mood, more happy, or contented. I was the first one up, I had the tv all to myself!! Then I noticed a bunch of squawking coming from the front yard. I looked out my window and there were birds all over the place. I stood up and walked to the picture window and they all flew off, the largest flock I had ever seen. Still, I didn't think there was anything too peculiar about it, I just felt I had got to witness something a little special. I walked back to plop myself in front of the TV again when suddenly it started raining. Not outside! In my living room! I looked up at the ceiling and it looked completely normal except for the rain drops. I just kept staring at it, trying to figure out how it was happening and then it stopped. I ran in to wake up my mom. I told her "Mommy, it was raining in the living room!" She looked at me and said..."What happened to you?" Again I told her it rained. I drug her by the arm out to see the living room, it was completely dry. Nothing was dripping but me. She asked me how I did this...referring to my wet hair and jammies. I told her about the rain again. She went straight to the bathroom and opened the shower curtain. It was dry of course because I hadn't been in there. She went and got a towel from the closet and told me to get my clothes off. Then she told me if she ever found out that I had lied and done it myself that I was not going to be allowed out of my room anymore until she had gotten up too. Luckily it never happened again because I swear I was not responsible for it and I would have been sad beyond words to end my cartoon ritual! Has anyone heard of this before and if so could you please tell my mom, because I still don't think she believes me.