Nothing is more infuriating than being stuck under a shower of sky drool and watching my hair become frizzy.
I despise the way rain seeps up into the bottom of my denim jeans and leaves them soaking wet for hours. As a side note, jeans take forever to dry.
I despise the way my white Nike Air Force Ones’s squeak obnoxiously in the hallways after I’ve stepped in a massive puddle.
I despise the way it ruins my perfectly curled hair.
Every time I wake up and glance out my window to see the sky painted a dark shade of gray, I can’t help but feel depressed.
If it wasn’t apparent already, I despise the rain.
Not only does the weather make me want to pull my hair out, but it totally dampens my mood to the point where I can literally picture a storm cloud over my head.
In a 2020 study completed by the Journal of Psychiatric Research, it was determined that people were more likely to report symptoms of depression during cloudy or overcast weather.
I can wholeheartedly agree. Seeing rain just makes me want to skip my classes, snuggle into my sheets and sleep the whole day.
With the weather being extra stormy lately, you can imagine how unmotivated I’ve been feeling. I can honestly say that when it’s raining, my mind feels cluttered.
Thirty-seven million Californians are currently on alert for flooding as an atmospheric river continues to inundate the state with rain, according to an article by ABC News.
I am not a fan. Every time I open my weather app and see “flood watch,” I shiver.
The rain makes me remember everything going wrong in my life. Just like in movies, it seems like everything goes downhill when the weather turns dark.
It’s almost like the droplets falling down from the sky mirror my emotions.
I still remember waking up a few days ago, seeing my window painted with wet droplets and groaning as my roommate did the same. That same day, I was late to class, almost got hit by a car running a red light and dropped my papers into a puddle.
Rain is literally the physical representation of bad luck.
I am someone who absolutely loves taking long walks outside, which I simply can’t enjoy if I’m getting completely soaked. I’d rather give a lengthy speech in a communications class than get stuck in the rain.
Fun fact: I hate speeches.
I’m tired of the sun being tucked away as storm clouds clog up the beautiful blue sky. I’m seriously counting down the days until summer, when the only thing I’ll have to worry about is which floral tank top to wear.
Something else I am terrified of when it comes to the rain is driving in it.
When I was commuting to De Anza College, I had to take the highway, which is already something that makes me anxious. Merging makes me so apprehensive that I feel like vomiting.
The one thing that totally spiked my nerves was driving while it was pouring outside. Even now, I still feel this way.
I usually repeat my dad’s words in my head, ‘keep four car lengths of distance between my car and the car ahead of me’, especially when it is raining. However, reciting that mantra can only do so much to calm my anxiety.
Having to keep my windshield wipers on at their highest speed while driving slowly to ensure that I don’t start hydroplaning makes me grip the wheel so tight that my knuckles turn red.
Not only this, but the rain intensifies traffic, which is something else I despise.
Nothing is more depressing than sitting for hours behind a line of cars miles long. Especially when you need to be somewhere important.
I despise the rain.
I despise the way it creates mud that seeps into the cracks of my sneakers.
I despise the way it collects on my eyelashes and falls into my eyes.
I despise the way it flows off the roofs of buildings and onto my sleeves.
I swear, I’m not built for this type of climate. I seriously can’t wait to replace my stupid umbrella with sunglasses.
