An Open Letter to the Atmospheric Forces
Dear Weather:
It's okay when you rain and I can sleep with the gentle pitter-patter of drops against my window. And it's okay when you snow and I can see the pretty whiteness. But it's not okay when you switch from rain to snow mid-precipitation, especially when I'm watching through the window and getting freaked out. If this complaint is better handled by the Temperature Department, please forward it for me.
With guarded affection,
Your sometime friend in Oma
P. S. If we could confine the bone-chilling windstorms to days when I don't plan on leaving on the house, that would be gravy.
P. P. S. Except I don't like gravy. Make that frosting.
P. P. P. S. Pillsbury creamy vanilla frosting with sprinkles.
P. P. P. P. S. Which would make me heave if I ate it right now, so never mind. Gravy.
It's okay when you rain and I can sleep with the gentle pitter-patter of drops against my window. And it's okay when you snow and I can see the pretty whiteness. But it's not okay when you switch from rain to snow mid-precipitation, especially when I'm watching through the window and getting freaked out. If this complaint is better handled by the Temperature Department, please forward it for me.
With guarded affection,
Your sometime friend in Oma
P. S. If we could confine the bone-chilling windstorms to days when I don't plan on leaving on the house, that would be gravy.
P. P. S. Except I don't like gravy. Make that frosting.
P. P. P. S. Pillsbury creamy vanilla frosting with sprinkles.
P. P. P. P. S. Which would make me heave if I ate it right now, so never mind. Gravy.