Dear Rain: To Me You Are Perfect

A love letter to sky water

Dear rain:

We’re supposed to celebrate our heroines while they’re still here, so let me just say to you today: you’re fabulous. You’re great at being a moody girl who somehow also brings relief. You’re great at hydration, of the land and of humans and animals. You’re great at really setting a scene. You’re Wet with a capital W, much like the twenty-first studio album by Barbra Joan Streisand.

Today you have visited us in New York, and you are so much more welcome than that Canadian smoke monster who came to town earlier this month. That troubled butter tart made me wake up with itchy eyes every day. You, on the other hand, have inspired me to put on a cozy pajama top instead of a regular awake adult shirt.

You have made me crave carbs. I know it is codependent of me to claim you are responsible for any of my feelings, but that’s just the kind of marriage you and I have built, rain. You inspired me to order a coffee roll and a glazed donut from Dunkin. I’ve also had an iced americano and boba milk tea, neither from Dunkin, and am still not fully awake. It is 2:30 p.m.

My blood glucose level is disgusting. I love what you do to me, rain.