I just call it raining. There doesn’t need to be a certain term for everything ever, we’re not German lol
Am german. We do not have a word for this either. It’s just raining.
Of course you can always make one up due to how our language works, but that’s just to dumbfound Americans online.
This would be a lot funnier if there were enough pixels to differentiate the colors in the legend…
Like 5-8 towns each from Louisiana through alabama
Even when not colorblind it’s not very easy to see
I’m not colorblind and it’s just not visible. Most of the country is red, and then NY/Philly area is blue. Also southern florida where the NYers live, northern Minnesota for some reason, and sparely throughout new england, all also blue. Majority of country is red but with an unexplained shading that goes from low saturation to high.
if you squint really hard there’s a white-ish area overlapping Alabama and Mississippi that looks like it might be greenish white.
The devil is married?
“His wife” could be a…let’s say, “euphemism” for something else. In which case, that ain’t rainwater falling…
A few minutes before the services started, the townspeople were sitting in their pews and talking. Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front of the church. Everyone started screaming and running for the front entrance, trampling each other in a frantic effort to get away from evil incarnate.
Soon everyone had exited the church except for one elderly gentleman who sat calmly in his pew without moving, seeming oblivious to the fact that God’s ultimate enemy was in his presence.
So Satan walked up to the old man and said, “Don’t you know who I am?” The man replied, “Yep, sure do.”
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” Satan asked.
“Nope, sure ain’t,” said the man.
“Don’t you realize I can kill you with a word?” asked Satan.
“Don’t doubt it for a minute,” returned the old man, in an even tone.
“Did you know that I could cause you profound, horrifying, physical AGONY… for all eternity?” persisted Satan.
“Yep,” was the calm reply.
“And you’re still not afraid?” asked Satan.
“Nope.”
More than a little perturbed, Satan asked, “Well, why aren’t you afraid of me?”
The man calmly replied, "Been married to your sister for the last 48 years!!..
I’m from the Deep South. You couldn’t tell by my accent. I moved away for college and lived overseas and on both coasts. I didn’t know what a “sun shower” was until I was in my mid/late twenties and said “the devil is beating his wife” in front of my friends. That’s the only term for it I had ever heard up to that point.
Are you me? This is very similar to my story regarding this phrase. I have just heard the phrase associated with the situation. Not that rain falling while the sun is out is CALLED the devil is beating his wife. Rather, it’s just the indicator somehow.
Devil beating his wife sounds deep south as fuck…
