Mr. Rain

There are so many songs about the sun.

"Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on me."

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take, my sunshine away."

"The sun will come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there will be sun".

"I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day".

But there are no songs about Mr. Rain. Why not? Does nobody want to sing about the rain? Does no one love the rain, does no one crave dark gray rainy days? Umbrellas and yellow rain slickers and "Wellies".

So I caved. I finally did it.

I bought a pair of rain boots.

They are cute.

They are the most uncomfortable things I ever wore.

They do indeed feel like I am carrying houses on my feet.

I think they cut off all air to my feet. My feet were cold but sweating. They couldn't breath. I had to take them off at work and hope no one saw my legging clad legs under my desk.

And here is the best part- the day I wore them, it was completely dry outside, pretty mild weather, with no rain clouds in sight.

But hey, who wants to wait to wear something new?

I am now the proud owner of pink berry rainboots.

Take that, Mr. Sun. Mr. Rain is in the houuuuusssse.

So put your hands up- UH.