Cloudy
It rains everywhere I go and everywhere I go.
Travel, events, hiking.
I can’t remember a time when it didn’t rain. It used to be a laughing matter.
But nowadays, I am seriously resented.
That’s why I don’t call myself a “rain man” even in jest these days. Those who still brag about it are second-rate rain men.
He is a first-rate man when he is resented, angered, and excluded from the play group.
And, even though I didn’t become a rain man because I liked it, there is nothing good about being a rain man.
Oh, there was one thing. For those in regions (especially foreign countries) suffering from sunshine.
Call them to come and beg for rain. Just go and it will rain, maybe.
I feel like breathing in the autumn air.
