So blah

I hate this time of year. Gone is the calm, peaceful clean look of the snow. In its place is muck, yellow grass, ugly rain boots, and dirt. I find nothing attractive and welcoming about spring.

It is mother natures menstral cycle. Shedding its water weight, precipitating slush, raining on us her over emotional tears. Teasing everyone with a jacket free day, then snowing the next. She is a PMSing bitch in spring. You cannot please her, and you cannot prepare for what she will throw at you.

People give themselves false hope every day, until we are so scared to declare spring has arrived, that by the time we can all agree that yes, indeed it has arrived, it is almost over and gone. You are a cruel mistress, we will always be enslaved to you somehow. Changing our outfits based on you decisions on weather. melting when we end up over dressed for what you make a summy day. I miss my winter, my snow, it makes everything equal. Spring does not bring tranquility, winter does.

Suffer through you we will, year after muddy year, waiting for summer. After all, do we not wait nine months through pregnancy for the blessing of a child, should you be so lucky?