If I could, every day I would sit next to an open window and watch the rain fall. Listen to the thundering sound as it hammers at the roof above.
I spent a few hours yesterday sketching next to the open french door, with the smell of the storm rain drifting in.
And occasionally fighting with dad over the olympus as we would try to catch the rings the droplets made on the surface of the lagoon when the rain thundered down even heavier.
Lying on my stomach with my hands and nose sticking out of the window getting the camera very wet I revel in the fact that people actually complain about this weather.
Why? It makes ME happy
The Heavens are shedding tears for us so we don't have to.
People should appreciate what others do for them.