Dear Santa,

I am a little tired of having to trudge through the streets with an umbrella in tow. Or listening to the sounds of the wipers when I am driving. I am also a little bleary from trying to focus through the water curtains. My laundry simply won't dry, my floor feels damp all the time and my knee aches from all the moisture.

I had to countdown in a plane because my flight back home was delayed due to continuous showers. The only one I could wish merry christmas at clock strike was a grumpy young chap who was engrossed in his in-flight movie, or the screaming baby at the cot. Otherwise I have to fall asleep to wish my neighbours in their dreams.

I know having the rain is kinda romantic, but I wish to date the sun once a while.