It was a summer day. Samantha was outside doing some light yardwork. Her husband was still at work.
It began to rain. So heavy was it that it soaked her in a matter of a few seconds!
"This is crazy!" she said to herself.
She looked up at the sky. A single black cloud was hovering directly over her. The rest of the sky was bright and nearly cloudless.
"Huh?!"
She quickly ran into the house. However, the cloud followed her inside!
"My stars!"
Not wanting the water to ruin anything in the house, she went back out; the cloud still followed her.
"Is this some type of magic spell?"
She looked at the cloud and recited this spell:
"Spirit of water, hear my plea:
Take this shower away from me!"
Then she waved her arms.
Nothing happened; it still rained on her!
She screamed. Then she recited another spell:
"Dr. Bombay, Dr. Bombay,
Emergency, come right away!"
He appeared. He wore golf clothes and carried a club.
"Sam, I'm in the middle of an 18 holes-in-one match-it's raining over you!"
"Yes, it is! It's been doing it for the last five minutes. And it follows me. It even followed me into the house! I tried a spell to get rid of it, that that didn't work!"
"I see! Ok, let me look you over." He changed his club into an umbrella. Then he walked over to her. Holding the umbrella, he knelt down in front of her. "Let me check your pulse. Take your right shoe off, please."
"I might as well take both my shoes off; it's turned to mud, here!"
She did this. He felt the pulse on her ankle. "That's normal, good." He got up and looked her over some more. "I suspect something."
"You do?"
"Yes, but I'll need to make sure."
He walked away from her and waved his arms. A large machine appeared. He moved some of the dials around, and it began making a noise. Then he pointed it at her. It made an even louder noise.
"Aha, just as I suspected! A fellow witch has put a curse on you!"
"My stars! But who did this-and why?"
"That, I don't know. I'll need to find out more about this. I'll be back in a few minutes."
He gave her the umbrella, then he vanished.
While waiting, she walked around the backyard to drier spots, staying barefooted. But everywhere she went, the ground got waterlogged! So heavy was the rain that the umbrella Dr. Bombay gave her was ineffectual, so she eventually just got rid of it.
A few minutes later, he came back. He had a young man with him.
"This is the culprit, Samantha."
She looked at him. "IAN?!"
"The spell you helped me with didn't work; the Countess Julie Antonelli still doesn't go for me." (The Cauldron)
"You made me lie in that dirty stinking potion with my clothes on, and now you're doing this to me!"
"It's your fault!"
"No it isn't!" said the doctor. "Either you take this spell off of her, or I'll have the Witches Councel punish you!"
"Oh, all right!"
He looked at the cloud.
"Spirit of water, hear my verse:
Take away this thunderstorm curse!"
It stopped raining, and the cloud disappeared.
"Thank you!" she said.
"I'm going back to my golf game, now. Tata!" He left.
She crossed her wet arms and glared at him. "Ian, I thought I was your favorite cousin!"
"You were-that is, you are!" They stared at each other. "I'm sorry, Sam. I guess I let my anger get the better of me."
"Yes, you did!"
"Maybe this will make you feel better."
He twitched his nose and she became completely dry!
She looked at herself. "That's better, Ian! Thank you."
"I guess it's my own fault that the countess doesn't go for me."
"That's a sensable thing to say."
"Are you angry at me?"
"A little."
"I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you, in some way."
"Well, I hope you do!"
"Goodbye, cuz."
"Bye, Ian."
He disappeared.
Just a few seconds later, her husband came home from work.
"Hi, Darrin."
"Hi, Sam." They kissed. Then he had a look around. "The backyard is soaked!"
"We had a very strange thunderstorm. It seemed to only be right here! You know how summer storms can be!"
"I guess so!" Then he looked at her. "Why are you barefooted?"
"I was out here when the rain hit. I took my shoes off because I didn't want them to get wet."
"Oh!"