obsessicane
when you’re so obsessed with the weather that you treat it like it’s your ex, and you’re gonna lose it if it doesn’t do what you want.
The weather is being a brat. I’m gonna throw a tantrum if it doesn’t rain tomorrow.
I’m not happy with the forecast. I’ve texted the clouds twice this week.
If it doesn’t snow on my birthday, I’m gonna yell at the sky until it does.