Unnatural

This spring has been so prolonged and unnatural. The bursts of icy precipitation on Saturday were bracing. I'm longing for some proper rain now, though--not one of those cloudy-windy days that scarcely wet the pavement every four or five hours, but a few good hours of steady drizzling. The bright sun just makes me feel like the unnatural one, holed up in the basement so many hours of the day.