El Nino, El Shnino.
Rain, if I had a chance to break up with you... I would do it through text...that's about how much I love you.
If I had a whoopy cushion, I would use it on you.
If I had some toxic bug spray, I'd spray it all over you.
If I had a monster truck, I would gladly drive over you.
I have lost all respect for you. Right now, you mean nothing but messy crafts to me, and for that, I loathe your presence.
Rain, I like you. You make mud, and if I could have you a part of my life as long as there's dirt around, I would choose you.
When you come, my Mommy breaks out all the messy stuff for me to play with: paint, play dough, pens and crayons.
You're worth the punishment when I write on the walls due to your existence.
You give me more opportunity to tear apart the couch, pull out all blankets, and make huge forts.
Your worth the rug burns from wrestling in nothing but a diaper.
For some reason, when you're around, the oven turns on and I get to dip my little fingers into bowls full of doughy goodness, and for that, I love you.