More rain. It was supposed to be sunny today. It wasn't sunny. It will never be sunny again.
I have, obviously, succumbed to depression, despite my best efforts. I suppose I should at least be clever about it, but I don’t feel like being clever. I feel like curling up in someone’s lap and having my head patted. “There, there,” someone would say. “It’ll be better soon. Here, have a cookie.”
Hmm. I wonder if I have any cookies?
The worst thing about this weather is that there is no catharsis. There’s no thunder to herald change, no crackle of lightning to stand your hair on end, no torrential downpour. There is only the difference between light rain and moderate drizzle, and an interminably gray sky.
I feel cheap, using the weather as a metaphor in this way. I thought I was better than that.