Status Update: It Might As Well Be Raining Acid

Twilight  - Stephenie Meyer

FFS, she's being so TRAGIC about the rain in Forks. 

 

I didn't sleep well that night, even after I was done crying. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled the faded old quilt over my head, and later added the pillow, too. But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain finally settled into a quieter drizzle.

 

Yes, the sound of rain is simply TOO LOUD for this speshul snowflake. Her ears be delicate and shit. 

 

It was just drizzling, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up. The sloshing of my new waterproof boots was unnerving. I missed the normal crunch of gravel as I walked. I couldn't pause and admire my truck again as I wanted; I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood.

 

Ugh.