Dear Saturday Morning Rain:

You suck.

Not that I was looking forward to playing volleyball this morning or anything. Not that this is my last weekend in Chicago, or that I was really excited about spending some last moments with my teammates warming up for our big game on Tuesday. Not that playing volleyball on the beach is one of my favorite thigns in the world right now.

No, I just really did want to wake up at 9 on a weekend morning and hear your pitter-patter on the window sill next to my bed. It would have been worth it for some beach ball. But not to move my car and then come back to my apartment.

All I can say is, I have a concert to attend tonight, and it had better be a pleasant evening. Or you and I are going to rumble.

Sincerely yours,