Rain, rain, rain.

Do you remember the song we sang as a little kid? 
It went, 'Rain Rain Go Away, Come again another Day.'  
That is how I am feeling right now.
We've had weeks of clouds, gray skies, and rain. 
The petunias don't seem to like it.
I hate it at this point in time. It's been months now.
I left Seattle for a reason, I'm a wuss. (ok the people are why I left but the rain may have made them all so damn cranky)

Look I know I like rain more than most.
A rainy day is a reason to pour a glass of wine  cup of coffee and snuggle up with a book or two. To hunker down inside and do things you've been avoiding because you've been playing outside. 
But at this point in time I could have read a library of books and now I want my spring/summer weather back. I fear this will finally stop and we'll be into the 90's with that horrific humidity. Nothing in between awful and Oh my sweet Jesus it's hot.  I missed spring.  I know next stop after rain will be boob sweating weather.
I don't like boob sweat. Even the sound is unattractive.

Here's to spring. I missed you and soon it will be summer.
Don't be a stranger spring if you want you may linger until July I'm fine with that. 75 is a great temp for most people in the summer so I can handle spring weather of 75 for a few months, but not 75 and rain. 
I want it all, sunny days, 75 degrees and cool nights.
Spring please don't skip seeing me.
Don't skip my flowers, they miss you too.