The drought in California is killing me. Not actually killing me. Metaphorically killing me.
Killing me softly.
Having no water in California and watching the green grass die is just sad. My parents drove me to San Francisco a week ago. Just seeing all the yellow and brown fields everywhere+seeing all the cows die+orchard trees being cut down=why is life so depressing?????
People are always like “the weather in Chicago sucks”. The weather kinda sucks in California too. I mean at least Chicago has water. No water=no life. Literally.
Everyday, I expect to open the window and see green grass. But nowadays, when I open the window, all I see is brown. Brown. And what color is it guys? Brown.
California is the perfect example of no H2o.
I asked my friend on the matter. You could call it a 40 second interview.
Me-“Drought is sad.”
Friend-“I checked the weather.”
Me-“Why? You know its always gonna be sunny.”
Friend”I’m checking the nearest cities to see if they are getting rain because I swear, I will drive to that city and soak in rain. I literally just need to be completely wet and be cleansed. I want our streets to be cleansed, everyone to be cleansed, I just want California to be cleansed.”
Me-“Wow. That was deep.”
At one point I was literally like:
I blame the drought for my unsettling unhappiness these past few weeks. Its almost as if life thought it was to cool to plan a sneak attack on me. Yeah, life is kind of a butt.
I sincerely hope that it will rain soon. Sincerely. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. The drought has been going on for four years and I am sick and tired of it. I’m really close to just getting a nice, cold bucket of water and dumping it on myself and pretend that it is rain. Wait a second…that would be the ice bucket challenge all over again.
Oh well. I’m desperate.
Rain, rain, please come today. Thank you in advance.