It rained again today. Ugh. This spring has been the rainiest ever. I miss the sun. When I was a kid, I saw a short film on HBO that was about a girl in a school on a planet where it rained all the time, except once in a decade (or so–I don’t remember the exact time frame), when the sun would come out. I am that girl now.
Or I am Johnny Cash, stuck in Folsom Prison and feeling blue, because “I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when.”
OK, it was yesterday. That’s when I last saw the sun. But it FEELS like at least a decade ago.
BTW, thanks to the Internet, I was able to look up the name of that film. The title was All Summer in a Day, and it was based on a short story by Ray Bradbury. I am not the only person who remembers it, as you can see from these nostalgia-filled reviews.
Honestly, I’m just as happy to have the rain, because then people don’t want to go outside, where the sidewalks are packed and not enough folks are wearing masks…
I hear you. I feel relatively comfortable going out if everyone stays far apart and wears a mask. If they’re going to pack the streets and go maskless, uh-uh!