Take today for example. A beautiful morning ... 14° on the way to work. Lunch time? Still very pleasant, but now with an energetic breeze? Five o'clock? Large fat drops bashing into the windows at the office. Oh dear. Six o'clock? The rain breaks long enough for me to dash to the supermarket ... come out, it's raining again. One cigarette later and it's stopped. Five minutes down the street and it's started again. Make it just in time's nick to the bus shelter and the heaviest torrent I've seen for I don't know how long descends from the heavens, completely and utterly drowning all who are attempting, in vain I might add, to flee it. And then the hail starts. A lot of hail. The gutters are overflowing with the stuff. I get on the bus and as it turns the corner, there's a bright flash. "Oh, it must be the electrics", I thought (they've trolley buses here) but the eardrum-shatteringly loud crack of thunder that followed it mere seconds later disproved that theory.
Fifteen minutes later and I'm off the bus ... the sky is still as grey as an elephant's armpit but the rain has stopped. Huh. It's just your typical late-spring day down on the backside of this little blue globe.
‹ 11.11.02
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