Breaking Up

Dear Mid-Western March Weather,

I think it's time you moved on.  It's not me, it's you.  We've been seeing each other like this for as long as I can remember.  Every year I watch for swirling clouds above my head and drag my sleeping children to the basement when the sirens warm me that you're extra cranky.  I can't believe I've put up with your behavior for this long.

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Yes, I hear your rumbling off to the the west - there's really no need for that, is there?  I see your tears on the deck.  Seriously?  I could be out there frolicking painting.  Let's just say we're "on a break" and you can come back and rain in August when my grass is thirsty.

Right now, I have better things to do!