Dear Sun,
I have died every single day for the past few weeks without seeing your bright face. I never thought I would miss your sweet, bipolar Georgian weather until the hurricane and rain have shielded your face from me. Without you, I am nothing. The days blend together, and I am losing count of the hours. Did I really just spend the entire day in bed? I wouldn't know, because it has been raining, and I have an unlimited supply of Netflix at my fingertips.
I miss you so much. I would pay anything for those freezing mornings and sweaty afternoons so I could see you again. The rain has been absolutely awful. It is cold, moody and the epitome of gloom. Something you are not. In some unfortunate places, the rain has decided to move into homes and attempt to make a permanent residence. Rain is too clingy. You, dear Sun, are not. You come during the day and understand you need to leave once it starts getting late. Honestly, you and I have the perfect commitment to not being that committed relationship ever. We understand each other's boundaries, and it is something I dearly miss with you.
Please come back. I have seen your radiant face a few times within the past couple days, and it is a harsh reminder of what I am missing out on. I am not one to admit when I have done wrong, but please excuse all the times I betrayed you with rain dancing. It honestly meant nothing. And if the "Watch Me Whip" dance counts, I am even more ashamed. I promise I will never take you for granted so long as you come back to me.
It is arguably the most favorite time of the year that only lasts a few weeks: autumn. Especially considering the bipolar nature of Georgia, the beautiful fall will only last a week or two—and due to this rain, we are severely missing out. Many people, including myself, fear that we will completely bypass fall and go straight to winter, something that no one wants. We only want to feel your loving and warming grasp before the cold, dead winter takes over once again. With the reports coming out that this winter will be exceptionally cold, wouldn't it make sense to have one last "hurrah" before you are hidden away from us for almost half a year?
My loveliest sun, I hope you truly consider my pleas. You are the only sun for me, and I am so sorry that I haven't given you enough recognition. I take back all the times I complained about the hot and humid Georgian summers, and I will do it again if you would just come back. You have never asked for anything in return, and that is what makes you so kind. You are selfless. We are a world who does not deserve your warm embrace. Now please come back.
Sincerely,
Everyone in their right mind
