Dear Mother Nature,
Although you are a candidate for our wolfpack, you are currently on shaky ground. In short: you're killing me, Smalls.
Can I call you "Smalls"?
Well, I just did.
And I wrote you this haiku:
Another day, and
Another drizzle. No more!
Show me the sun, please.
Think about it, Smalls. Please.
With love,
Dfest
PS. Enjoy some dreary day tunes courtesy of Fleetwood Mac:
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