Post Haste!

On my way to the Red Post Box today, i was caught in a sudden heavy rainfall, also the wind suddenly picked up, and within seconds, there were wet autumnal, sodden yellows, reds, and brown, rusting, and rustic leaves flapping around, one of which, slapped me around my cheek!
I carried on walking, my only concern, was to make sure i posted the small bundle of envelopes i had clutched in my hand, and that actually, i quite enjoyed the rain, i found it's honesty, refreshing. The envelopes only suffered mild moistening, where some droplets had run of my hands. I posted the letters into the welcoming mouth of the Red Post Box. I was about to turn around, and make my way home, when the Red Post Box spoke to me! "I hear that you mention me on your FB posts quite often, and also in your short stories and poetry, like i'm some kind of inanimate object, but refreshed that you don't say anything negative about me, i still feel taken for granted!" L looked the Red Post Box, straight in the mouth (it obviously had no eyes!) I was about to say something, but then remembered the other day when i'd been chatting with a Daisy, and after, a slightly psychotic Mole, and that some neighbours had witnessed this, and given me a "LOOK!" So i quietly whispered to the Red Post Box "I'll write to you" and left