QUOTE(ngilbert @ Jan 10 2008, 01:14 PM) 
with this constant and relentless distracting rain and all! Drip! Drip! Drip! Make it stop!
ohhhh---the agony. The unrelenting sound of wetness.
How could you be so cruel?
Like a third grade boy on a sugar high and stuck inside the classroom playing heads-up-7 up.
They were always so cruel. Pulling pigtails and zapping girls with their homemade slingshots made from rubberbands and paperclips. How I've always hated rainy days. It is not the rainy days I so despise but rather the flash backs of spitball wars and sodden socks and bluebelly lizards running amok in the classrooms. The stench of wet dog fur, smokey fireplaces and even the sound of galoshes making that awful sucking sound in the mud.
Please, please stop the drip, drip, drippity drop of rain falling from the sky and the earth slowly sliding downhill and the rushing sound of rivers in the backyard.
Yes, rainy days do bring back the depressing memories of childhood agony sitting inside with my face pressed against the window--waiting for the sun to come back.
Oh-look-a ray of sunshine--so promising against the cold, gray, impersonal world about us.
How I do love the warm, bright sun heating my bones and filling and nourishing my soul with love and laughter and sweet memories of days gone by.
