Rain Brain Drain
I am so sick of this rain in San Antonio, I'm about to scream.
It's the kind of chilly rain where you have to use the defroster in the car.
It's been relentless for as long as I can remember.
My house is damp inside from the constant drip, drip, drip, outside.
On Thursday, they are forecasting 72º and sunny skies here. That's the day I fly into rain and snow in Montreal.
Somehow the idea of rain and snow, or even hellfire and brimstone with her is appealing.
I'm here this week physically, but my heart and soul seem to have already migrated North.
Uh oh. I got it bad.
Next I'll start ending sentences with "eh."