Dear Clouds,
There's no easy or gentle way to say this, so I'll just lay it out there for you. It is time for you to move on.
You know I love you dearly. That's why I need you to know our parting won't have to be eternal. I promise. The shade you provide during those horrendous months in the middle of the year is the one thing that keeps me going. You protect my UV sensitive skin like no other. Even better than sunblock does.
Those exceptionally splendid downpours you produce every now and then feel like a gift that makes my soul dance with joy. That blissful pitter-patter sound of the water against the window and the rooftops never fails to bring the biggest of smiles to my face. It's a special kind of delight when I'm wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa or in bed and I hear the beginnings of a good rainstorm. And then there's that marvelously wonderful smell of the pavement after the rain has stopped. Believe me when I say, I appreciate you in ways that most people don't.
However, it's March now. It doesn't seem like you're going to bring me any snow this winter, so I was thinking.. you know, why not retire early? Spring is but a week away and, maybe, if you were to bring me the aforementioned joys, I might have been patient a little longer. But it's just not happening is it? No thunder, no lightning, no downpours. Just a gigantic white blanket of nothingness. Hanging over us all. Uninspiring. Unmotivational. It's starting to somewhat depress me. I need some rays of sunshine. Surely you understand.
So, I was hoping you would do me this favour. Please allow some room for the sun to shine. We can reunite on one of those dreadful summer days I hate with such a passion. You could surprise me out of nowhere and I'll love you even more. If you just went away for a while. Only a little while.
Sincerely,
Your biggest fan who needs a respite.
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