A note to the rain, again….

Ok rain. You hate us and we hate you. Now that we understand each other, here’s the deal, k? We’ve got four weddings this weekend and you are not on the guest list for any of them. We’ve got a delicate pink peony affair, a posh citrus and cream gala, a rich vibrant red/orange fusion and some beachside romance to attend to. Nowhere in any of these lovely people’s plans do you fit in. You’re like the sloppy drunk who arrives ¬†uninvited and makes a mess. Take your wet self elsewhere. It seems you are needed in other parts of the world that are ON FIRE. Got it? So get it all out of your system, do what you will this week, have your little tantrum and then beat it. Understood? Ghaa.