My Dearest Zeus,
What have I done wrong? How many cows must I sacrifice in order to appease you? I know not of any mishaps with Hera or your long list of children from your erotic escapades. So, why do you force this tragedy upon me?
Perhaps it is the irony in my confidence when leaving my dorm without a jacket. Or maybe it is the fact that I forgot to bring an umbrella with me to college. I said, “Sunny Santa Clara!” and you said, “Not for long!”
How wrong I was to believe I might actually have a good hair day today.
When I was in class a mere ten minutes ago, the sun shined. Helios lovingly rode his chariot across the sky, enveloping the squirrels, students who did not have class, and kind staff in the wonderful warmth of the sunlight. However, when it comes time for my daunting tread from chemistry to biology lecture, it is I who suffers your greatest wrath. For who better to attack than the helpless college student?
My arms nearly freeze with the cold droplets slipping down the shoulders of my “light sweater” I thought I could pull off today. My glasses are no longer glasses, but a magnifying lens with the amount of water that has been thrust upon them. My once adorable white shoes have now soaked to my socks. And my heart. My heart melts as the rain only pours harder on the pavement before me.
I do not long for a loved one the way I long for the coat sitting on my desk chair in moments like these.
Though I try my best to respect you Zeus, I am compelled to ask:
Why must the weather reflect my emotions?
It feels as though gloomy weather consumes me whenever I stick even my pinky toe outside. When did the fast approaching finals week overwhelm my life in such a way that now it must rain every time I take a step outside? Is this an attempt to keep me indoors studying? Because if it is, it has not worked thus far. I am instead using this time for naps and YouTube videos. Not to mention the microwave mac n cheese I eat now from the comfort of my own dorm in replacement of the daily walks I took to Benson to get myself a salad.
Please, tell me, god of the sky and of lightning, how I may change my ways. I am at your mercy, Zeus. There is not a soul on this earth or god in the heavens that I would rather dedicate my life to. Give me the freedom of walking slowly with a friend from one place to the next. I am worn out from the half skip-half run that I embarrass myself with on a daily basis.
Please, ignore every other natural disaster and focus only on this issue.
Yours truly,
A very cold and wet student
