hiya
I was gonna write a rant post about how i hate my job but i think i might as well skip it.
My day was good! (until work). school was normal and all but i was with my amazing friends and got a decent mark on an assignment i didnt put much effort into, and it rained.
Rain is my favourite weather, hands down. The bus trip home, with noisy conversations around me and view of nothing much, then the long boring wait for another bus halfway home and the annoying kids on that bus - its all a depressing chore on most days, shutting my ears and my mind and trying to do / think something useful / nice.
When it rains, though, everything is reversed. The chatter is some sort of burbling music and the view is misted and streaked by the water on the windows, so car brake lights are an artwork. The wait between buses is too short as I scramble to write out a new description of the ocean - god it's amazing in the mist and the gray-green, and the last bus my ears aren't noticed because my face is resting on the window and i try to count ships far out through the mist.
See? I go so romantic. Im home now but it's still wonderful, i can hear it pounding or speckling on the iron roof, and gushing down the creek, and i can see the yellow halo of the streetlamp reflecting off the wet road. It's just gorgeous. You can photograph the ocean on a sunny day as much as you like, but give me drumming rain and wind that almost knocks you over, that's when I'm happiest.
Well i think thats all for this post, just rain. Hope you get rain where you are :)
I was gonna write a rant post about how i hate my job but i think i might as well skip it.
My day was good! (until work). school was normal and all but i was with my amazing friends and got a decent mark on an assignment i didnt put much effort into, and it rained.
Rain is my favourite weather, hands down. The bus trip home, with noisy conversations around me and view of nothing much, then the long boring wait for another bus halfway home and the annoying kids on that bus - its all a depressing chore on most days, shutting my ears and my mind and trying to do / think something useful / nice.
When it rains, though, everything is reversed. The chatter is some sort of burbling music and the view is misted and streaked by the water on the windows, so car brake lights are an artwork. The wait between buses is too short as I scramble to write out a new description of the ocean - god it's amazing in the mist and the gray-green, and the last bus my ears aren't noticed because my face is resting on the window and i try to count ships far out through the mist.
See? I go so romantic. Im home now but it's still wonderful, i can hear it pounding or speckling on the iron roof, and gushing down the creek, and i can see the yellow halo of the streetlamp reflecting off the wet road. It's just gorgeous. You can photograph the ocean on a sunny day as much as you like, but give me drumming rain and wind that almost knocks you over, that's when I'm happiest.
Well i think thats all for this post, just rain. Hope you get rain where you are :)
That was beautiful Ruby! :D
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