The rains are romantic, but they’re also perfect for when you’re having a heartbreak. Sense the tears welling? Just step out into the rains, and no one will know better. If they ask what you’re doing soaking yourself to the skin, just tell them you love the waterworks… from above.
Actually, summer’s good for a heartbreak too. If the melancholy begins showing on your face, just step out into the sharp heat. Your face will screw up so much, again, no one will say it’s because of the screwing-up inside.
Winter’s even better. Just stay put in bed, wrapping the quilt all over, so the depression doesn’t show. Ask for some hot soup or hot chocolate to be served in bed, if anyone’s so obliging. Else, just continue slobbing around in bed. Blame it all on the wretched cold.
That leaves spring. Ah, but spring’s for falling in love, right? Which makes perfect sense. Three measly months for love, and nine torturous ones for the after-effects of love. Mercifully, the year’s not any longer.