Weather

I like to wear sunglasses when I write my English papers but never for French; I can't see the words as well in French to begin with. Especially with my 60's ones that all the hippies wore; when I wear them, I feel like I'm working at night or when the power goes out. Sometimes I light candles when I wear that specific pair because it allows me to imagine settings more clearly, even if it's completely bright out. It just makes me feel cozy like the people in movies that read books by their fireplaces in that little nook in their houses. And their feet settle into warm snug socks rubbing on their carpeted floors as the snow, sleet or lightening gallop over their roofs.
Before I write any papers on the computer, for some reason, I like to widen my margins. I hate, despise, and detest one inch margins. As lame as it may seem; they make me feel fat. I prefer about a 1/4 inch perimeter around my rampaging research project, cumbersome creative pieces, and my downright shameful speech. One inch margins are like adding a double chin to a model or cutting a good song short. Or the same to a rainy day; if the rain pours down harder or longer wouldn't a larger rainbow appear after? Why would you jip all those viewing a beauty stricken sky?
What if a crazy jealous aunt locked their nephew in a tower awaiting their freedom until a "perfect" rainbow stained the sky? That nephew, I'm sure, has seen too many "bad" rainbows and deserves his freedom. Love could possibly never spatter on his blank bland canvas. It's not only he whom would suffer, but mysterious others who could possibly never find love beyond the nephew of the insane old lady. That unlucky person could be the one reading by the fire in their snug socks. Fortunately, crazy jealous aunts don't usually become this insane without a lifetime movie being made about them first nor can they control the weather. Thank goodness. But what about everyone else whose lives could be saved by just a simple rainbow? What about that girl who has never seen one before but read about them? What about that boy who has cancer and his whole life has been rained on with guilt or pity? Lastly, what about that woman whose husband abuses her and needs a sign from "God" to leave or take action some how? Why shorten your pages when more can be said?