Clouds, worms. and puddles the size of kiddie pools. I know April showers bring May flowers, but how can the flowers even breathe when they're being drowned in wet depression. Sigh. Screw the flowers, how about some real Mayflowers so we can stay afloat (the pilgrims had the right idea).
We get it Mother Nature. You win. We don't wanna play any more.
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