It's funny. I find that I'm okay for the most part on a normal, sweaty summer day. It may be humid and sweltering, but I can get through it. But these days, these rainy, gray, cold days just always seem to make things difficult.
I can't get out of bed in the morning. I hit the alarm much more passionately on wet mornings. Half the time I don't even realize that I've turned the alarm off instead of just hitting snooze. I don't care. My body aches these mornings. I wake up with headaches and sore joints. I know its the dew point that's causing the problems, but it always feels like the rain is just working against me.
Especially now. I'm sullen. The rain doesn't help any. In fact, it just perpetuates the feelings. My eyes droop and my smile fades. My shoulders hunch and my stature is naturally sunken.
Stupid rain, bringing me down! How dare you! At least when it's hot and humid, my skin's still getting Vitamin A from the sun. The worst part is, I should be grateful for the rain. It's dropped the humidity level astonishingly. It's been muggy and hazy for days now. And yet, I still can't help but curse the rain.
Not that it matters really. I'd probably find something else to blame if it wasn't raining.
