Dear Rain,What happened to you? What happened to us? I was pretty excited last Friday. I mean, you were supposed to show up on Saturday evening and stay through Sunday. Okay, okay, you were only going to be one inch at most, but I'll take what I can get. You'd feel so good, I know it. I even made a list of all the super-special things I would do while you were around: sort laundry, mop the floors, finally watch Highlander III on Netflix PlayInstantly. To seal the deal, I even washed my car.
I told everyone you were coming for the weekend and I'd probably be holed up. Well, now you've just embarrassed me. Not only did you not show up in Austin, I actually read that the Texas air is so hot and dry, your tropical storm actually evaporated when you hit land. So. It's true then. You never really intended on being here in the first place. LIES.
I thought we had something special. I thought it might be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I don't understand what I did wrong. I guess you were too busy giving 7 inches to Chicago the weekend before. CHEATER.
The truth is, I'm desperate. It's been so long and I just can't remember what it feels like to have you on my skin. Never again will I curse you for ruining my hair, forcing me to walk groceries to my car without an umbrella, or making my dogs smell like they rolled in the moldy, decomposing intestines of a very large rodent. I take it all back! You know how it is, sometimes in the moment we all say things we don't mean. Right?
Anyway, you know where to find me. It's 108ยบ out there today so if you could please, please find it in your heart to take me back, I promise I'll never take you for granted ever again.
Love,
P.
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