aeryn

Im waiting, waiting, waiting for it to rain. Im sitting here wanting the first drops like a teenage girl listening for the phone to ring when he said hed call. My hair is curly and my ankle hurts. I know its going to rain. I have done everything I can think of to appease the rain gods: Ive made outside plans, Ive watered my garden. If it doesnt start soon Im going to grab a bucket of soapy water and give my car a sponge bath.