The Rain Falls On Everyone, The Same Old Rain

Being a native Mossback, I generally like the rain, whether it's drizzling down in a fine mist or pouring down in a deluge. But lately, rain seems to be a lot like that one guy who always shows up first to your party, and he's really funny and charming - for awhile. But, after several hours you realize he keeps telling the same joke over-and-over again, and he keeps hitting on everyone else's girlfriends, and he drinks all the vodka, even though he didn't bring any himself, and he tries to pull off some sort of stunt that goes awry and puts a scratch in your coffee table, and suddenly you realize it's 3:00 in the morning, and everyone else has left an hour ago, but this guy just keeps yammering on-and-on, even while you're trying to shove him out the door - and then he just suddenly passes out on your couch, but you're simply too exhausted to try to wake him up and make him leave, and the only thing you can think of as you close your weary eyes is: "I just hope he's gone by the time I wake up, and that my TV is still here!"

That's how I've been thinking about rain lately...