Splish Splash Sploosh!
Most days, i absolutely hate the rain. it's dirty, it's messy, and most of all, it's WET. Wet, wet, wet!
but are you looking out the window right now? it's beautiful! it's like a snow globe, but not because it's raining! do you get what i'm saying? things are flying about in circles and cars are honking like crazy and the traffic has begun (oh i pity my poor, un-pedicured feet) but the rain goes on and on and ON like none of us matter.
and i suppose in the big order of things, our teeny little lives do matter so little. why do we make such a big fuss out of everything? (yes, i am talking to myself)
and now the thunder and lightning are having an argument, about who's scarier. the lighting that can kill or the thunder that's booming? i mean yes, lighting can kill but without thunder it's just this pretty little light that breaks the sky in many little pieces.
but the thunder, oh the thunder! i really am so afraid of booming, banging, bursting, exploding things! tyres, balloons, thunder. it's all scary to me, really.
Back to the rain.
It's falling in sheets now, thick curtains of white and grey. sometimes when the wind blows it spirals about, like milk in your hot chocolate. or creamer in your coffee.
That's the only thing i like about rain, you see. The hot chocolate. and the excuse to wear knee-high boots and layers. and the fact that my grandfather's farm has been watered (he's an old man, you see. and he doesn't have a lot of people). and also, i like the way the world looks after the rain. all glistening and sparkly and quiet.
from my 15th floor condo unit, you can see people peeking out after the rain, like little mice, sniffing the air for clear signs of safety. or maybe some cheese.
and there it goes again, pouring and pouring and pouring. The wonders of the rain.
Most days, i hate it so. but i guess today is an exception.
but are you looking out the window right now? it's beautiful! it's like a snow globe, but not because it's raining! do you get what i'm saying? things are flying about in circles and cars are honking like crazy and the traffic has begun (oh i pity my poor, un-pedicured feet) but the rain goes on and on and ON like none of us matter.
and i suppose in the big order of things, our teeny little lives do matter so little. why do we make such a big fuss out of everything? (yes, i am talking to myself)
and now the thunder and lightning are having an argument, about who's scarier. the lighting that can kill or the thunder that's booming? i mean yes, lighting can kill but without thunder it's just this pretty little light that breaks the sky in many little pieces.
but the thunder, oh the thunder! i really am so afraid of booming, banging, bursting, exploding things! tyres, balloons, thunder. it's all scary to me, really.
Back to the rain.
It's falling in sheets now, thick curtains of white and grey. sometimes when the wind blows it spirals about, like milk in your hot chocolate. or creamer in your coffee.
That's the only thing i like about rain, you see. The hot chocolate. and the excuse to wear knee-high boots and layers. and the fact that my grandfather's farm has been watered (he's an old man, you see. and he doesn't have a lot of people). and also, i like the way the world looks after the rain. all glistening and sparkly and quiet.
from my 15th floor condo unit, you can see people peeking out after the rain, like little mice, sniffing the air for clear signs of safety. or maybe some cheese.
and there it goes again, pouring and pouring and pouring. The wonders of the rain.
Most days, i hate it so. but i guess today is an exception.