It has been raining here for what feels like years. I loathe the rain. It’s terrible. It brings down my mood, I suck at driving in it, and it might as well be snowing if it’s gonna rain in the winter.
Last night a guy at the bar was trying to hit on my friend and I heard him say “I’ve really missed the rain.” I turn around quick because I immediately assume he must be a crazy creeper. Then he said, “I’ve been in the desert deployed for awhile and I haven’t seen rain since the day I left the USA.”
Then I felt like an asshole. I’ve been walking around with a gloomy attitude because of the dreary rain while this guy sits in the Middle East and misses the rain.
This random at the bar helped me put my life into perspective. So, I guess I’m good with rain now.. basically.
(Secretly praying for sunshine)