I love listening to rain. I realise this is a pretty cliché thing to love, but I am a cliché person (at least when it comes to thinking about the weather).
The storm outside has been brewing for a while now . Odd sparks of lightning and rumbles of thunder here and there. But now the heavens have finally opened. The rain comes in inconsistent sheets. Almost as if some meteorological hooligan is throwing buckets of water up at my window every time a wind machine kicks up.
It must be raining everywhere. I cannot imagine anywhere escaping this storm and staying dry. This is, of course, highly unlikely and geographically unsound but it's still nice to imagine us all united under this veil of precipitation.
There's something soothing about laying in bed with only the sound of the rain outside for company. When you're inside, rain is never frightening. As if somehow the rain will wash away everything we're hiding from, everything we're scared of, everything we can't bare to face, whilst we sleep. That when we wake in the morning the world will have been cleansed and that things will be different. Obviously this is not true and when I awake in the morning I'll still have a chin the size of a small country, the swine flu 'epidemic' will still be in full swing and wars will still be fought across the world. But it makes it easier to sleep thinking about it my way.
Oh what a delightfully English post. Next I'll be offering up tips on making the most of a queue. Crikey.
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