Dear Rain,

When I heard that you were coming to visit on Memorial Day, I was mad. We had been planning for weeks to celebrate our anniversary that day by doing some hiking at a nearby state park. We were going to bring our dogs and spend the day outside, which we haven't done for altogether too long. But then you decided to show up. I hoped and hoped that you would ditch and we would get the day to ourselves after all, but you didn't. You came. So there we were, sitting at home deciding if we wanted to go, thinking that you might be gone by the time we made it to the state park an hour and a half later. Since this wasn't the first time recently that you have ruined on our plans and rained on our parade, we decided we couldn't let it happen again and jumped in the car with a small hope that we wouldn't cross paths with you. And we brought the umbrella.

Things didn't look too hopeful on the way there.

Rain on all sides. And a dog nose on my shoulder.

When we got there, you were falling out of the sky in buckets. So much that people huddled in the ranger station waiting for you to let up just a little so they could get to their cars.  We started out into the wilderness. We didn't have our whole lives to wait for you to be done, after all.

Everywhere we went, you were there. I complained and complained, even though Alex let me have the umbrella the whole time. You were really getting on my nerves.

You got my feet really wet.

After a while, though, I realized you weren't really as annoying as I thought.

I mean, bugs don't like you,

most people pack up and head out when they see you coming,

 and the sun don't shine through all your baggage.

That means no sunburns!

So, in the end, I have to say that I didn't mind you near as much as I thought I would. In fact, I am kind of glad you came along to celebrate my three year wedding anniversary. But don't come next time unless you are invited.

Love,

Katie