"Awful weather outside today. It's pissing down! So depressing..."
The journey home from work takes 15 minutes by foot for me, 12 minutes of that consisting of one long stretch of sidewalk on 'Glebe Point Road'. Those that are familiar with the Glebe area will know what the street is like - misfits, junkies, artists, musicians, richies, poories, students, backpackers, and dogs without leashes. Coffee and a sit down, coffee to go. Saturday mornings are an absolute nightmare anywhere within two hundred metres of the Glebe Markets, and who could imagine that so many cars would drive west along Bridge Road, or St John's Road during rush hour?
The magic of Glebe lies elsewhere besides in its vast array of local fauna. In the early evening, when the sun is just setting, and my walk is taking me closer to my home at Glebe Point...the stretch of road becomes less densely populated, and there is a stillness around the beautiful homes. Those I know complain about the rain. I enjoy the rain as it reflects off the rain drops, refreshing me in that final 200 metres of Glebe Point Road before I get home.
And besides, when it rains my hair curls up into little ringlets that are positively cutesy. I almost make myself gag.
In summation: I enjoy the rain, though I would prefer it to go the the farmers who are in dire need of some precipitation.