Nobody puts baillee in the corner

This may be the cheesiest and most cliche thing I’ve ever written, but for someone who hates thunderstorms, I respect the hell out of them. For me, they’ve always proven to bring some major changes with them, for better or worse, and I’m definitely in need of a little rejuvenation. (Strike what I said earlier. The previous sentence may be most cliche thing I’ve ever written).

It rained the day before my high school graduation, the day I moved into my first apartment, the day I found out my first real world boss was leaving, the week Prince died, and in the days before my grandfather passed away. Like I said, the rain doesn’t always bring a welcomed change, but it does bring some change nonetheless. It’s always been my sign from the universe that something major is going to happen. (Plus, it allows me the playlist I made for stormy weather I rarely get to listen to. Yes, its title includes a play on words. Yes, it’s actually called “Rainy Daze.” Yes, I’m actually proud of it.) I have no idea what’s to come, but the fact it’s randomly storming like this out of seemingly no where (I am familiar with both El Nino and Global Warming, but just go with me here) definitely means something.

I have so many thoughts racing around in my mind right not that if I’m not careful, The Wachowskis will try to make a movie out of them. (For those who don’t research film for fun, The Wachowskis directed Speed Racer, and yes, I have my defense of it ready to go at any given moment, thank you). Strangely enough, dear readers, I actually don’t want to talk about them. What I will say though is I am happy for the rain.