Rain in the room

It's raining out. I like rain. It makes me feel good. Well usually. Today's rain makes me feel thoughtful. What am I thinking? That's not the question you really want to ask. What you want to ask is: why purple, frilly panties? And while that might be an astute observation on your part(bravo, reader!) it is not for you to ask (hoisted by your own petard!). Don't assume that I am wearing said purple, frilly panties. Perhaps it's a gift for someone! Perhaps they are evidence that god exists and had manifested itself thus. Or perhaps I made the panties up to begin with. That's what I do. I play games with you, reader. You're in my domain. I can make words Looooooooooooooooooonger or shrtr. I can make you think of rabid, tick-infested shoe gophers merely by mentioning them. See that? You just did. The power I wield has made me drunk. What was I saying? No idea. Oh right! Rain! Rain makes me feel like I'm enclosed in a watery room. Everything feels blurry because of it. It's kind of awesome. I'd be walking outside in the rain right now but actually I don't have a good reason not to be outside. See you out there, reader! Hippopotamus nuts infected with gangrene(gotcha again!).