The Rain
Spring rain is the worst kind of rain. There’s no thunder or even thundering gusts of wind. There’s no lightning breaking the sky. Instead it’s a funeral kind of pitter-pattering that ruins plans without any kind of drama.
The Humidity
Nothing’s quite as sinister as the slowly increasing humidity that happens during spring. The season lulls us with beautiful, clear days and then BAM. One day we all wake up to find the air has solidified into a blanket around us.
The Shorts
There’s nothing quite like seeing your own sweat imprint left behind on that bus seat. Not to mention all the slightly sticky departures from those plastic classroom chairs.
The Foggy Glasses
It happens in winter too, but it somehow feels different when the condensation is caused by your body’s inability to excrete in a normal fashion. Which brings me to...
The Sweat
I feel that I was more or less promised that bodily functions would stop being an embarrassment to me when I stopped going through puberty. This has not been the case. Don’t raise your arms if you also live in permanent fear of pit stains.
The Pollen
Allergies suck guys. There’s nothing quite like the sound of someone who can’t quite breathe trying to sleep. It sounds a lot like snoring.
