Ice Cream in the rain

Eating ice cream in the rain again. Small pleasure trying to prove that the actual isn't happening. Sunlight streams in and warmth radiates. Melting in my mouth the temperature outside is not pleasant but at least I can pretend. It just looks to good to ignore. Ice cream has to be cold. The melted stuff just is not as good. So maybe the rain helps? Just hard when you have to huddle. I would rather be bathing in brilliance. Tired of greyness. The red strawberry and rich chocolate add colour at least. It is something about the tub, the spoon, the holiday feel. Is it possible that ice cream makes my life better? Or is this just another failed attempt at happiness?