Your Threats Are Simply Empty

Dearest Weather,

I simply do not believe you anymore. You get rumbly, dark, and menacing... but you're just a big pushover. Your bark is definitely worse than your bite. Your rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning (alongside the weather center's tornado watch) was a little scary, but I know not to really get my hopes up. You're all wind and show... no rain. And we NEED your rain. You actually got me this time. I thought for sure you'd wet the ground. And I trusted in that enough that I put down some more fertilizer. When will I ever learn? I can ONLY trust the sprinkler system for watering the grass. You simply will not rain. You may pour everywhere around us, but for some reason, JoRun is on your punk list. Everyone who's not from here has trouble believing me, but I am not lying. No wonder the farmers who used to grow peanuts in our yard sold their arid patch of ground to us suckers. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I'm onto you. And, by the way, I still very much enjoy the light and sound show even though you refuse to bring the final rain product. Just letting you know to feel free to keep it up, and that I'd love to actually have a little rain next time too.

- XO -