Lament
Recently, I received an email from my sister aptly titled "Rain Pants." I looked all over for my rain pants and could not find them. I asked myself, 'where are my rain pants?' and then in horror realized I had mistook them for ski gear and sent them across the land. My sister is my hero. She carried my rain pants from one place to another until my friend brought them back to me. My friend is my hero. Oh, my sweet rain pants! Now I can brave the weather, come rain or come shine!
This is a lament.
This is a lament.