Frankly I am sick of it. I have plans, May, and you are ruining them.
My garden is non existent because of you and your constant rain showers. My lawn is too tall and overgrown from the rain. I can't mow it because IT KEEPS RAINING.
May, you are ruining my life, my tan and my attitude. You have three days to change your ways. I'm warning you, this can't keep going on. I have a life to live and you are hindering my ability to do so.
Also, if you wouldn't mind, please remember that no one was happy with you this year and do not make this a repeat next year.
Shape up or ship out.