We had a bit of a sun shower earlier this afternoon, and as I drove home in it, wondering all the while whether I should turn on my headlamps (I finally did), I was reminded of what I was taught it means when rain falls under a shining sun.
Of course, I found this notion of a married Satan dubious at best, though I considered more reasonable the idea that, were he married, he would make a very poor husband.
I still totally believe that thunder is God bowling, though.
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