Please. Please please please.

There is rain in the forecast here for the next several days—today, tomorrow, and Thursday. So far today, not so much. It rained a little bit today, but not so much.

Usually, I’m not one to pray for rain. While I really really enjoy thunderstorms, even if the power goes out, I can sit and watch the lightning dance and listen to the torrents pounding, the wind blowing, and the thunder rolling. I love thunderstorms.

But I don’t spend my time hoping for them, most of the time. But right now, I really want one.

Because I’m hoping that rain—a lot of rain—will knock the pollen out of the air.

I’m not usually one to spend a lot of time bitching about my allergies, either. But here I am, the first spring in a new place, with new pollen. And while it’s been getting better over the past few days, I’m really, really sick of it. Tired. Ready to be done.

Saturday evening and Sunday were the worst. I slept the day away on Sunday. Yesterday was better. I was able to stay vertical all day long. I didn’t get much done (well, the dishes and the beginning of the laundry, along with a good whack of playing Lego Star Wars). But I wasn’t able to get any of the work done that I wanted to—it’s hard to concentrate on writing an essay when you can’t rightly breathe.

Today was better still. I have been breathing better. In fact, I daresay it’s almost gone, rain or no rain, and I got three pages written on my essay. I may well have it finished by the end of the week.

But I don’t want to get too excited about it. The pollen count is supposed to stay high for the rest of the week…. But I think it’s on the run.

But I’m still, a little bit, hoping for rain. Rain sounds good to me right now.