I've never really been interested in you. In fact, for most of my life I have felt that the discussion of you was rather (I hate to admit it) dull, that when people turned to a discussion of the weather, it meant that the conversation was sliding and in serious need of some sort of lively, baudy anecdote. For this, I am truly sorry. I know I drove you away by thinking you were boring and tedious. But now I NEED YOU BACK.
All this sunshine, in the words of Oscar the Grouch, "is spoiling my rain!" I need a cloud! I need a drizzle! I need it to stop being 80 degrees outside! I know better than to ask for snow, but I would like to be able to wear a long sleeved shirt. Where are you? Poor Hazel was a sweaty mess in her Halloween costume:
Would you deny this poor child the chance to bundle up comfortably?
Most people here in Tucson are calling the days without a trace of you, dear weather, "beautiful," "perfect," "the reason why we love Arizona," etc. But not me. I have sunk low into a pit of despair because you have abandoned me. I lurk inside my house all day, shunning that perfect blue sky and the warmth of the sun on my back, both of which I have come to detest because of their continual, monotonous presence. How I long for a blustery day! Come back to me, in whatever form you choose: a wind storm, thunder, rain, CLOUDS! Force me to wear a jacket outside, I don't mind. As long as I can have some of you in my life again, I will be happy to suffer a little inconvenience. Let it be unseasonably cold!
Please come back to me.
With deepest regrets and apologies,
If I hear one more person talk about how beautiful it is right now, I will do something drastic!