Paging the Rain Goddess

Please let it rain tomorrow. Please. Pretty please. Our underqualified, over hairsprayed 'meteorologist' on the local news says we are supposed to be getting a monster of a storm. I look outside and the sky is as blue as can be and not a cloud to be found. Please touch down here, please. The reason you ask I am pleading for rain??? Well, homegirl is slotted in to walk a 16 mile train walk tomorrow. This is where my walking team takes the train up the coast and we walk back to the train station. It's cool, we have fun, it's all good, except for the fact that walking tomorrow is the LAST thing I want to do. You see ever since I signed up to walk the 3-Day in November, walking is what I do EVERY weekend. I get up at the asscrack of dawn on Saturday mornings (now on Sundays too) and walk a minimum of 10 miles. I'm tired, I'm burned out. I have a laundry pile the size of Mount Crumpet staring me down. I have piles of magazines just begging me to read them. I have two dogs that desperately want me to give them a bath and take them for a cruise around the neighborhood. I have a pillow that really wants to spend some time with me sleeping in. Please let it rain. I promise I will have my good 3-Day motivation back next week. Please, I'm spent.