It's raining, it's pouring, so much for sunshine this morning ...

Captain's Log

I live in fear of mutiny. The constant tapping against the window, an ever present sound to remind me of the dismal gray skies overhead and the rain that continues to fall and fall. There is a restlessness aboard our ship, that board games and the pages of a good book are no longer able to contain. The ever present boredom and the very proximity of our close quarters, has led us to turn on one another. I fear the worst is upon us, at the discovery that we are indeed, two french fries short of a happy meal and without any chocolate milk to tide us over in these uncertain times.

There is nothing we can do to fight the rain. Umbrellas have proven useless and rain slickers can only afford so much protection. Even the birds are at a loss, with the constant supply of worms being pulled to the surface, from the sodden mass of confusion they've wallowed in, these past 3 months. Curse you Mr. Weatherman, you evil villian you, curse you! Your predictions are proof indeed, that you are the criminal mastermind behind the disappearance of the sun, along with your evil sidekick Doppler. Do not think your crimes have gone unnoticed!

But we have a plan, a risky one at that, but a plan nonetheless. In the cover of night, we will blow up the giant Ducky Raft of Destruction and wage war against your cruel oppression. We will set sail up the Crick of Despair without a paddle and on to destiny, a bottle of RAIN-X by our side. It will be a hard battle, with you our formidable foe, but goodness will prevail and evil will be vanquished. We will rise from our semi-reclined positions and give thanks to the Sun of Summer Days. We will hold our vanilla cokes up high, singing our song of unity, as a big warm fuzzy outburst of handholding across the nation ensues. And then, into the quiet cold pool we will slip, back into the world of water, with the sun shining brightly overhead.

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And you thought boredom was a bad thing ....