Go away.
Come again another day.
WAIT!
Actually don't. Go find a quiet place far, far away. And never return.
I am now proclaiming that the first moment I can move out of this depressing, horrid, mud-hole called the Willamette Valley I will do just that. I enjoy the rain until two weeks ago. Since then our relationship has progressively degraded. Now I hate it. Hate. Loathe. rain.
Sun, please come out to play.
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