One season lingers a little longer and people start complaining. "When is this rain going to end?" "The summer's supposed to end anytime soon and it'll be a little cool again." And while these sentiments are valid, I can't help but think of the person at a party who doesn't know that the party is already over. "Why are you still here? Don't tell me you're staying the night? Everybody has gone home." People and seasons are only welcome when they follow a certain schedule or calendar or timeline. And if you stay a little longer, prepare for ominous displays of repulsion and distaste.
I never liked the summer heat, except when I'm at the beach. I was born in a coastal city so I'm used to the sea breeze, tan lines. I was only pale during the -ber months. During the rainy season, I would wait for that heavy downpour so I could go outside and shower in the rain, sometimes alone, sometimes with neighbors, didn't matter.
Are you a frog, mama asked. Look at your clothes!
Frogs don't wear clothes. I was born in May, somebody told me I'm a Taurus.
No wonder you're stubborn.
I don't believe in zodiac signs. But I'm glad it's an Earth sign.
And your grandpa calls you Midori, the color of nature.
Mama, will this season last for 6 months or so?
I'm not sure but I'm hoping for sunny days ahead.
Thought you didn't like hot days.
So tell me, how are you supposed to dry your clothes?
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