I want to be freshman-year-of-high-school-poetry-unit deep for a post so stick with me...
I think it is symbolic and wonderful that it has been raining and will be raining while I have been and will continue to prepare to leave. Yes, I wanted to get my tan on so I would look good in the million pictures I will be taking. Yes, I am sad that I won't get to have a beautiful sunny summer in Illinois. But come on. Since I got home, the weather has been unpredictable. Some days it is cloudy all day but never rains. Other days it is sunny all day then out of nowhere it starts to downpour. Sound familiar? Let's get real, if I were back in the poetry unit of any English class I've ever taken, I would make this all stereotypically deep in the most mediocre and condescending of ways. I think it would go something like this:
Rain.
Unpredictable rain.
Drawing parallels between my bleak present and my bright future.
Could this be a sign?
Do I believe in signs?
All I know is this:
Rain is cleansing.
Rain is the only thing that can bring along a rainbow.
I want a rainbow.
Gross isn't it?? But COME ON!
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