CONFESSIONS OF A FACEBOOK FAILURE: Year 2

Day 12: I love the rain.

Not for singin’. Not for dancin’. Not even for the rainbows it brings. No…

…nothing quite so fairytale.

Not with the hope that it might dampen the drought we are drowning in. No…

…nothing quite that noble.

No, I love the rain for its camouflage of confessions.

With the rain, breakfast stains become water marks. Bad fashion (and bad abs), hidden behind the bulk of believable pullovers. Greasy locks, sophisticated slick. Late birds become safe birds, with the unarguable defense of caution. Makeup becomes a must not, as raindrops reveal more beauty than raccoon eyes. And, of course, all obligations are excused, as desert natives would never be expected to brave a drizzle.

With rain, the guilt of it all is just washed away.

So bring on the rain, the singin’ and the stains, the dancin’ and the fashion don’ts,  the rainbows and the ratty. Let me be late and free from the stress of the sun.

I’m done with the drought. I’m ready for the excuse to camouflage some of these confessions.

Who am I kidding? I’ll still claim the stains. But maybe the rain will save you from having to ask.

Grateful 365: Rain. Nature’s excuse…and mine too.