I don't like the rain much. I take that back. I don't like gloomy, gray skies, and muggy, humid weather. On days like these I think it changes my chemical make-up, or at least my hormones seem to notice the difference and I react accordingly. Bummed-out. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean I'm depressed or anything, not that I haven't been there. I generaly don't respond well to ill-fated weather reports. I wind up feeling like I'm ninetyfive and have arthritis; my bones start to ache.
If you haven't checked the weather in Missouri, well, not only is it raining, but it is gloomy.
Whoa! Wait a minute! Can this truly be? As I sit here typing the sun has come up out of the clouds in all its glory. The sky is turning blue. Oh let it last, let it last.
