Just when I thought I was out, you pulled me back in.
I dumped you in DC. I had enough of your cumulonimbus clouds, your humidity, your sideways falling-downness, and your soaking of my poor feet. You kept dropping in unexpectedly, without so much as a call to warn me you were on the way over. I had to buy two, TWO umbrellas just to deal with your uninvited downpours. Not that they did me much good since you seemed joined at the hip with Wind, that cold, unforgiving son of a barometric pressure. I was suffocating, nay drowning, in your drips, drizzles and generally dreariness. I had to get out. I had to focus on me. And…I missed the Sun.
You followed me to New York. I knew I should have gotten that restraining order. And now you’re just toying with me. I don’t know if I’m just relieved that you got rid of Snow or if I’m actually happy to see you. I blame the new rainboots. It’s amazing how dry feet can improve my disposition.
I’m keeping my guard up, Rain. And you should know that you can’t take the place of the Sun. But maybe, maybe we can try to be friends. But give me time, Rain. And if you really want this to work, you need to leave my hair alone.
Here’s to us and springtime,
Celina