Weather memory
After the heat of yesterday, it's an absolutely gorgeous rainy day in Melbourne. These are the kinds of days that we seem to get so few of now, but that I remember so vividly.
It's not like it's really raining - the air is just filled with tiny drops of water ... too big to be mist, too fine to be called drizzle. They're not really falling, they're swirling and floating ... rising and falling.
It makes me want to go out and stand in it until I'm soaked.
It's not like it's really raining - the air is just filled with tiny drops of water ... too big to be mist, too fine to be called drizzle. They're not really falling, they're swirling and floating ... rising and falling.
It makes me want to go out and stand in it until I'm soaked.