It's Your Grass

About 20 minutes before I finished cutting my yard, rain set in.  A slow, steady drizzle, it wasn't enough to drench me, but was enough to start getting the grass wet.  I cursed the grass for a coward and cut it anyway.

Sure, it clumped.  It had been warned.  The rain had also been warned.  There was no stopping the mower.

There was no mercy.