I know why they’re here, I accept their existence, and with effort I can enjoy their company, in moderation.
But they’re bland, and bore easy, and I don’t care for them when they linger. Most of all, they remind me of why I can’t play outside.
Puddles have their place, but it is not here, not anymore. I guess I’ll just have to wait for them to evaporate or learn to live uncomfortable in the overcast.