a rose by any other name

Friends, Romans, countrymen,fen, writers of MarySue fic lend me your ears; I come to bury a misconception, not to praise it. The evil that bad writings do lives after them; The good is oft interred somewhere on abandoned websites and dead mailing lists.

So let it be with the name Rain/Raine/Rayne.

Oh Writers of MarySue fic, the name Rain/Raine/Rayne does not grant anyone powers over the weather. I can offer proof:

a)No one worships me as a god.

For I am petty, easily flattered, and prone to forgetfulness. If the name rain/raine/rayne allowed any sort of weather-controlling, I would use that power to fuck with you. Ex-boyfriends' homes would be awash with floodwaters; Kansas City would know only humidity and dread; poor, poor little weird countries in Europe like San Marino or Andorra-- no one ever remembers to think of you.

b)episodes of Raw, Smackdown, ECW, and the four, new nightly programs co-sponsored by everyone would have announcing by Micheal Cole which would sound pretty much like this:

Cole: It looks like Taker's 8-year reign of senseless terrorizing of Matt Hardy is about to finally end as Matt climbs to the top rope to--- Oh, shit! Not another tornado!!

c)This is the big one. I WOULD NOT WAKE UP TO MANY INCHES OF SNOW ON THE GROUND ON APRIL 5TH.

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( No serenade, no fire brigade, just Wrestlemania )