I hate rain.
Rain fills me with despair.
Actually, much to my father's horror, water in any significant quantity fills me with despair.
I feel like some crazed woman in a Bronte novel who will soon be driven out onto the moors and into the soggy heather to lose her mind.
I understand that there are people out their who CLAIM that rain fills them with joy. Or they CLAIM to care that we need rain.
Because I'm about to run into the soggy heather in my petticoat and gnash my teeth and rend my garments, I cannot CLAIM to believe any of these people.
Perhaps when the sun returns I will be more tolerant of the aquarian types, but not now. Do not talk to me about aquifers and your dead grass.
I cannot hear you above the English accents in my head telling me to flee and cast myself into a bog.
The only place where clouds and rain are beautiful are on paper.
Stamps: Pace of Nature Ink: Pool Party, Basic Black
Paper: First Edition, Silver Glimmer Paper, Pool Party, Crumb Cake
Accessories: Sweet 'n Sassy Cloud dies, 3/8" circle punch
I miss you, sun.