Dear Arlo,
It was great today to feel the rain on my face as it ran down my hair. It has been a while since it has rained here and finally this afternoon the weather quit teasing me and it poured. As everyone else complained I couldn’t help but to want to soak in the water. Everyone always seem so unhappy about the weather, sunshine, rain, wind, or snow. There is nothing that seems to make them happy. I tell people who complain, “yeah, I’m ready to complain about it being hot again instead of it raining,” as I do through all weather. I’m not sure how many ever catch on to how sarcastic I am being is the sad part.
Tonight, I feel inspired. When I am done writing this I must sit down and write a poem or a story or something. Anything. It feels like my fingers has no other function than to move when I want to write. Like they were never meant to sit still. I hear all these words in my head and feel as if they must make it down on paper for the world to read. Even if the whole world is just me. Like something must be said and if it isn’t then I am going to walk outside and shout it out. And I shout it out on paper. Paper switches to blank works documents and then occasionally online. It is a great process. It just makes sense.
So I believe I will call it a night. I hope you have nice one.
Sincerely,
Your Fan
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