Dear Glasgow Rain,
I wrote to you last year with regards to your many hours of overtime with such zest for dampness. Your Summer of late is not to be outdone this year. Truly you outdid yourself
and I commend you for your labor. In fact, our Summer was actually non-existent and we felt the spitting rain, gray clouds and more random rain almost daily. Yooou. You got us and not just a teeny weeny bit.
As I think of our Summer approaching, visions of warmth, sunshine and coat-less days are in my dreams (today was even filled with sunshine!). Shall we make a deal? (Please forgive my boorish plan). Are your wet ears listening? I'll rooty toot toot your horn in any rain-fest brag but YOU must hold off until Fall. I'll shake your water on it today. . . I'll do fervent rain dances in your honor and splash with Soren in puddles. I'll even release my frustration of being splashed by a bus on my way to teach a dance class. No, I'll laugh about it and laugh crazily. Can you hear me laughing? Have we got a deal? What was that movie called? Sleepless in . . . what was that rainy city? . . was it Glasgow?
Rain of my life, I truly and gratefully appreciate your time, not only in hydrating this blessed land, but also in reading this letter.