Just the other day I was griping about the cold rain, 'bout how I would rather be done with that.
That very Saint Patrick's Eve, the Penultimacy gods threw forth a double rainbow outside my window. Dinner was yummy, life was good.
The next morning, seeing peas popping upside, I could tell that frost had turned tail.
Now I sit streaming into my ears this summer's Camper Van Beethoven concert thought I'd missed.
And apologizing for being so cranky about a little rain.
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