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All week it’s been raining here. I like one day of rain once in a while and I understand its importance, but rain every day makes me:
Anxious. Nervous. Unsettled.
There is noise all the time: water hitting the roof, water running down the gutters, water moving in the creek at the back of our property.
There is grayness everywhere: outside in the garden beds, outside when driving along the roads, inside during the day.
There is mold everywhere: making my eyes itch, making the deck slippery, making my allergies go into overdrive.
Given my druthers I’d rather have a gray winter day with snow than this endless wetness. Which, if the weather forecast is to be believed, is going to be with us until the weekend.
Annoyed, I am.
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