I think Mother Nature is mad at us.

Actually, maybe “toying” with us is the right term. Maybe this is some sick late April Fools’ joke, but it’s not funny.

Either way, our Mother Nature is making me angry.

I was in shorts last Monday. Yesterday and today, I’m in long johns and fleece. This weather is getting ridiculous.

I’m a lifelong Kentuckian. I understand through many years of changing from short sleeves to long sleeves on a daily – and sometimes, hourly – basis that the weather in this state is just terrible around this time of year.

It can never decide whether they want to give us a break or give us one more saga that involves snow, rain, sleet and terrible traffic.

But come on, Mother Nature, enough with it already. I want sunburns. I want my eyes to hurt from forgetting my sunglasses at home on the way to class. I want to see women in short-shorts. I want warm weather, and I want it consistently!

The only people I can see who can benefit from weather like this is the weather forecaster.

I mean, granted, a weather forecaster being right is kind of like waiting for the Cubs to win the World Series, but for a job that requires being right less than half the time, they’ve got to be doing backflips over knowing that no one is relying on them for quality reports. We all know that would be a lost cause.

I guess staying indoors is helping me get more classwork done, though. But it’s up for judgment on whether that’s a legitimate plus.

It’s bad enough that weather in this state stays downright dreadful from early November to early March, but this is just cruel and unusual punishment.

It’s not fair that my friends and I plan fishing trips for weekends with the hope that the current, 70-plus degree weather will hold up, only to have storm number three of the week come through and bash Kentucky with the latest cold front.

You see, Mother Nature, you’re not just forcing a change in wardrobe – you’re postponing my life.

The forecast is starting to make me feel a little better. Starting tomorrow, the temperatures are supposed to be 63 degrees or above for the next week.

But as of now, you’re not playing fair, Mother Nature. It’s been spring for the past three weeks now. The old saying goes that March goes in like a lion and out like a lamb. Well, dang it, somebody needs to go corral that little critter because he’s slacking off, grazing somewhere. I want my lamb. I want warm weather.

I know I should be patient, because this is all just temporary. Soon enough, I’ll get to bear witness to less clothing on women, more sun and more missing class because of a case of great weather and a thriving outdoor social life.

Higher temperatures, slightly lower test scores. I think that’s a fair trade as long as I make my grades respectable after finals week.

Make me irresponsible again, Mother Nature – it’s only natural.

This commentary does not represent the opinion of the Herald or the university.