It is NOT how a rainy day appears in my mind's eye; I tried to find a picture that represents my view of a rainy day however I couldn't find a one that showed a dripping wet version of Dante's 9th ring of hell.
Rain would, after all, extinguish the ever burning hell fires. This conclusion has lead me to believe that rainy days are evidence that this life is, at times, hell on earth.
I hate rain and according to The Weather Channel, it's going to rain on 9 of the next 10 days.
Great. Just what I need.
You see, I'm someone who posseses a rather weak control of my emotions. I can not stop my inate reactions to the world around me from determining, at some level, my mood. It's quite simple: on sunny days, I am sunny. On dreary days, I am dreary.
I don't have time for dreary right now - I've too many things to do and I need the weather to cooperate. Perhaps I'll turn Wiccan so that I can summon the energizing rays of the sun to shine upon me and help me fight through my to-do list.
Even Angelica Pinkerton hates the rain; last week when it rained one day for the entire day, she hid in our box spring mattress until it stopped. While we were sleeping last night (correction: while I was trying to sleep last night), she happily played with her red twist tie for hours upon end, ripping and racing up and down the hallway in fits of sheer joy and boundless energy.
That lasted until the black night gave way to a gray morning. When I woke up, she stopped playing for just long enough to gobble down some of her Funky Chicken breakfast but was anxious to get back to her twist tie (which she had been amusing herself with by wrapping it around one of the straps of my Chacos). When she finished eating, she skipped back toward my sandal but stopped short as she approached the back door.
As I watched her peer through the screen, I could tell that she was noticing the beads of water that had formed on the deck and suddenly, her demeanor changed from Frisky Cat to Cat Ennui. She slowly turned and gave me an exasperated "oh no, not this again" look and immediately dropped her head onto the carpet and began to mope.
Poor Pinks - it's unfortunate that she didn't inherit more of her grandmother's sunny disposition. Remind me to take lots of Vitamin C if I ever get knocked up.
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