Making Hay

Monday morning I made decision.  It is what a boss does, at least he is suppose to do this.  I made the decision to mow hay.  Very little chance of rain the last time I had checked and I have no idea when that was.  You know, one thing you can't trust is the weather man.  Poor guy.  So, Mr. weather man says 20% chance of rain, we mow hay.  By Tuesday morning there is 60% chance of rain.  Now is when the dilemma beings.  Rain, we need it.  How to pray?  We need rain yet we have hay on the ground.  We WANT it to rain.  Yet we DON'T want it to rain.   So, we assume it will rain.  We ted the hay several times and by 4:30 in the afternoon we start baling.  The sun is shining brightly much to our delight.  Finally about 7:00 we decide it really isn't dry enough and we need to wait.  Thirty minutes later I see this very wide, dark, ominous cloud looming on the western horizon.  At 8:30 it begins to rain.  It is now 9:15 and it is still raining.  Apparently I missed this one.  I messed up the decision.  But, we needed the rain worse then we needed the hay.