The clouds are attached to my foot

I swear that everytime I get up from a chair to venture outside, it begins to rain. When I am sitting, it is merely cloudy and drying (and humid as all-get-out). Fabric run, groceries, simply dumping the recycle bin... rain. I fooled it once and got up to switch clothes from washer to dryer. That apparently ticked it off because when I sat back down there was a tremedous flash and boom right outside my window. And so the computer, which had just started to boot up, was shut down and I snuck away to read a book for a little bit. Shivering.

Nice BOOM, Dad. You don't need to do it again. Honest.