Yet they have an inexplicable attraction that has boggled the minds of many over the years. Whenever the Saffers have a crucial match, or rather have unnecessarily put themselves in a place where the match to be played is do-or-die for them, rain sniff them out like a raging bitch and show up. If you are thinking of inserting a 'Saffers doing the rain dance' joke here, forget about it. They can't dance. They are too busy being conjoined twins...err, sextuplets as per this picture.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyxo96zmgtJJ0y4t3QgV2DXp4u0yso1-ZMH0boa-gHFO5lS4oN70VO-pETWLkGvZQFlohine3lpWYt0h-M0k9uZcBGXjnvKhJBw9CucjYdFN-R7UkNm5r5fJ_os76FWjKKN9CE7ecsWnE/s400/saffersattached.jpg)
So it is mostly rain's problem. It has a giant unidentified fastening object stuck up it's rear end. Till this object is identified, I suspect rain may never stop ruining South African cricket. Kind of like a nagging wife or a dominating husband, whichever annoys you more.
Oh.
Rain, Saffers, friction, attraction, nagging, domination.
Can it be?
Rain+ Saffers= A Married Couple
There may be hope for these two yet.
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