Dear Spring,
We get it. You're Spring. Everyone loves you because you're the season that comes after winter. Things start warming up, the flowers bloom in beautiful, vibrant colors and the birds sing. We don't have to bundle up anymore to walk to class and for that, we will be forever grateful.
Although things definitely start to look up around this time of year, the weather definitely does not. You give us one or two days of nice summer weather just enough to convince us that shorts are appropriate and then you dump a whole lot of wind, snow, rain or ice on us for the next week.
Speaking of rain, have you been collecting it all winter? Because it seems like it never stops pouring. The rivers, lakes and oceans are thawing, evaporating into the clouds and soaking us through our skin and down to our bones. The only way to stay dry...actually, there really is no way because the humidity is no help either.
I have to admit that you give us some good days. These are days when the sun shines just warm enough and the wind dies down for a while and it feels like anything is possible. These are the days when we get outdoors or do something fun. Too bad that literally everybody else has the exact same idea so the experience is rarely enjoyable because everywhere we go is more crowded than Times Square on New Year's Eve.
Around these times, when everybody is so packed that it's hard not to touch elbows, stomachs and deepest darkest secrets, the bugs come out and feast on every square inch of vulnerable skin. OK Spring, do you freeze them over winter so they are extra "hangry" when their bodies defrost? Because it is so not cool and the birds are no better.
Not to mention, the flowers serve as a bright warning sign, flashing to let us know that worst part of spring is upon us: allergies. (Cue dramatic music.) It's almost like you just really feel like kicking us straight in the face because everything suddenly forgets how to function, and our bodies suffer just enough to make us miserable, but just functional enough to not be a valid excuse to miss anything.
The worst part about you is the dreaded Spring Forward Daylight Savings Time Change when you lose an hour of the sleep we are already majorly deprived of. It's like the most insignificant, efficient way to basically kill us all.
So we get it. You're Spring. Everybody loves you, but internally, we are all screaming revenge plots against you. Honestly, summer could not come fast enough.
Sincerely,
Literally Everyone.
