I want sunshine. I want sunshine and swimming. I want picnics and days off. I want friends, novels, butterflys and fresh air. I want the musty canvas smell of a faithful tent. I want laughter. I want shorts and barefeet. Hot pavement and shady trees. I want to pedal a bike and lie in the grass. I want this blasted rain to stop. I want summer.
Tell me. Where is the place that gets to evaporate all this water that keeps falling on us? I think it's hardly fair.