I hate the rain. As I’m sitting here alone in my room, curtains pulled, heater on, pantless. My pants are currently residing on the heater because they are soaked. In turn, this is why my curtains are not drawn. I am pretty miserable.

It all started yesterday when the sky decided to urinate on me. At first it was pleasant, since we haven’t had any rain in a while. More importantly, it was only slightly drizzling. It was only enough to create a heavy dew on the grass. It was just beyond the point where you say to your friends, “Hey, I think I felt a raindrop,” and they all look up in the air, then at their arms, concentrating hard to convince themselves that the raindrops they too are feeling are not imaginary.

Then the puddles started forming. The puddles grew to beyond the point where a jacket would span them. The rain fell harder, making me exclaim, “I’m wet” to myself then have people look at me funny.

That was all good and fine until I actually had to bike to class in the rain. Forgetting it was raining and being late to class, I forgot to put on my raincoat. So I showed up with nice damp spots strategically placed on the front parts of my body.

Then I had to bike in the pouring rain. The strategy is simple: lower your chin to your chest, squint your eyes, and bike fast. The fast part really doesn’t help out when it comes to getting wet, but it makes the misery go by quicker. And I’m not sure the whole lowering your chin thing does anything, but it’s a natural reaction, so I do it anyway.

The worst part about biking in the rain is when your pants get temporarily glued to your thighs. It’s like swimming in your clothes, but less purposefully. I absolutely hate that feeling.

This feeling of hate emanates throughout my body, creating an even more bitter than usual me. Angry at the rain, I started smacking my beloved gloves against the wall in hopes to smack out some water. But alas, the clip that holds them together decided to rip off in anger. I guess I’m not the only one that hates the rain.

I guess I’m pretty dry now, but that’s probably because I’ve been sitting nearly naked in a hot room for quite some time now. I might want to go check on my pants. Knowing my day, it’s likely the heater burnt them or something.