and I don’t like it yet.
I don’t like the rain rain rain on my way to or from class that reminds of how wet I was in Wales.
I don’t like the cold.
I don’t like the snow on the mountains.
I do like the color of the leaves.
I do like the thunder. The lightning. The splash of rain on my window.
I do like the smells.
I do like the puddles, and the umbrellas, and the drip drip drip I hear on the windows.
I do like that the Y is lit (homecoming this week!)
Fall is here. I like that it’s almost HALLOWEEN. And my birthday (big 21!) . And there is school (but not the tests–or PS100), and sweatshirts, and fuzzy socks. Hot chocolate. Thanksgiving. Lots of delightful parts.
But right now, I do not like the rain. Not one bit. Not in a house with a mouse. Not in a box with a fox wearing socks. Not here, not there, not anywhere.