andave's place

Sigh.
Step outside and blow a raspberry
under my umbrella.
Trudge all the way to Founders'
and shake myself like a dog because
my umbrella's too cheap.
Sit in class, miffed at needing artificial light at 12:20 PM.
Class over. Outside, and sigh again.
No.
STOP.
Huff another sigh, and close my umbrella.
"Look here, you!" Fist shaking at the sky.
"You're dismal and depressing and make me miserable.
You got the better of me this time and you will again
BUT
not for long because
God is coming soon and all depressing things shall be banished--
Although I wouldn't mind a kind, gentlemanly rain just for those who like it, poor things.
There.
Take that,
Old Devin Rain!