I'm glad to see you go. You arrived with a blizzard and then you proceed to rain and hail on us the whole time you were here. Look I get it, you heard that we wanted some moisture. This is not what we meant May. We wanted some moisture after we planted our corn. That way we'd actually have a corn crop to harvest. It's hard to get a corn crop though, if you can't plant because it's too wet. You wanted to be famous for rainfall totals, well... you are forth since we started to record rainfall. I hope you are happy with yourself.
May. It feels like Eastern Kansas here. Humidity, flies, and mosquitoes. Did you know that mosquitoes love me May? They do. I read they like people with O type blood, they like guys more than gals and they like fat people. I'm the trifecta of mosquito mayhem May. Why did you do this to me?
Sincerely,
Farmer Ryan
P.S. - Tell your friend June to leave us alone...
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