I woke up this morning with high anticipations of rain.
I love the rain more than I love most things... such as rollercoasters, a good prank and those oximoronic "all natural" white cheddar Cheetos.
I rolled out of my comfortable bundle of blankets, threw on a sweatshirt and then ran to the closed blinds to pear out of my enormous window.
It was sunny.
Disappointment swelled up within me... my dashboard weather widget had lied to me once again.... and I was actually crushed.
I began to get ready for my busy life as a student, but continued to return to the window... hoping that maybe my high hopes would blow in some freak storm that would drench me while I walked to my 9:30 writer's meeting.
At about 9:07... I looked out the window for a final time and saw the beloved Olive tree that is directly outside my window, whipping its branches out of fear or cold.
A huge grin spread across my face... there were menacing clouds that had rolled in within the 3 minutes I had not looked out my window.
Thus, I wrapped a scarf around my neck, bundled myself up in a warm jacket and went out to greet the fall weather with a smile.
The temperature is 66 degrees... there's wind, which is sometimes rather chilly, but fails to pose any sort of real threat.... and there are clouds that think its funny to sit above my head and not produce the rain that was promised to me by my dashboard widget!
Note to self: Do not get excited over rain unless you look out your window and it is streaked with raindrops.
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~O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; one from our trees, one far away. Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst. Slow, slow! For the grapes' sake, if the were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost-- For the grapes' sake along the all. ~ robert frost.....
Stupid dashboard.... it lies! His name shall be Sir Larry Lies Alot....
Great blog big sister. =)
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