I like rain. I like storms better, because they are exciting, but rain doesn’t bother me. I am not overly opposed to most forms of precipitation falling from the heavens. Having “weather” is nice. It beats nothing but hot sun and dust for days on end. Not that I mind the hot sun and dust so much either. Summer is my favorite season. Good thing I live in Texas where we have long ones, I guess.

I’m all about variety in my weather. An entire summer of temperatures over 100ºF and almost no rain? Sucks. Endless rain that never allows the ground to dry out because there isn’t much sunlight even when it’s not raining? Sucks just as badly, if not worse.

Everything is wet. Even things that aren’t actually wet feel wet. Wet. Damp. Musty. Moldy. Just gross. Then you add to that the fact our city water supply reeks of blue-green algae –and has for weeks– and also the fact it’s dark and gloomy most of the time. Well, I am about to snap. I’ve had enough of the rain and damp and gloominess. Done with it.

It’s misting right now. Has been for hours. “Misting” –for those who may not know– is when the air is so full of water, it just drifts around being wet. Like fog, only worse. Tomorrow it’s going to be hot and stormy. Oh, the joy. Better be some good and entertaining storms, that’s all I can say. Even a few minutes of sheer terror would be better than yet one more rain of mindless, endless rain and gray wetness.

So very done with the wetness. Ready for a week or two of sunshine.

Please?