This weekend I was supposed to go to a haunted hayride. It rained all day Friday and the place was closed. Then, I was supposed to go apple picking at my favorite orchard. It rained all day Saturday and that place was closed. Just about every activity I wanted to do, save going to the movies, was closed. Anger doesn't cover what i'm feeling.
I always associate November rain with absolute gloom but i've discovered something worse: October rain. When all the fall harvest festivals and pumkin patches and apple orchards and hayrides and corn mazes and scare-crow making contests and gourd weigh-offs and costume prades and everything that is resplendent about the season get cancelled because of FOUR dark, gloomy, cold, soaking-wet days of rain someone needs to pay. I don't know who. But when I find out... adjectives haven't yet been invented to describe what I will do to them.