Dear Weather,

I miss you. What are you like between the hours of 7 and 5? I don't even get to see if you are rain or shine, cold or hot, mild or balmy. Maybe I can tell by the demeanor of my boss who seems to be as moody as mother nature herself (or a woman constantly experiencing pms, whichever you prefer). Since you, Mother Nature, seem to have something against the hours after 5, with the heat bearing down on my body as I run, I have written a haiku.

Weather I miss you
Rain, shine, cold, hot, temperate
Corporate life sucks.

Stop being such a betch,
Holland