The Rain Is Worthy Of Blame

What I learned today was that not every day is sunny. Seems like sometimes the sky opens up and drops some water on us. It's called rain. And it's wet. I got some on my nose and it tickled. Then another one landed on me and trickled down my nose. Then another one landed in my mouth on that speedbag thingy that hangs down off my roof. Then another one on my chin.

I did not like this, not one little bit.

So if you're wondering why I've been in a cranky mood today, well, how would you feel if you learned that the sky is falling and it's wet?