drip drop

i hate being so easy manipulated. putty in the hands of the weather man. forecast today: moody with a chance of bitchyness through the day, tonight 100% chance of wine-showered sadness. it's the damn rain that does it to me everytime. don't get me wrong; the smell, the small tap-tap when the rain hits car roofs - it's all very pleasing. it's a chance for things to be washed away - to appreciate the next day. maybe that's what it does to me too. with every drop that falls on my scalp, it seeps in, flushes all those feelings that i was dealing with into the place i was keeping them from. to be faced heart first. i know the sun will come (it always does). but i also know that if i don't deal with it now, the next rain could be a thunderstorm.