Here’s a beautiful piece about rainy feelings by Countess. Couldn’t have written better myself!
Aaahhh. Melbourne is raining.
Have I told you that I am one of those rare person who loves rain and hates sunshine?
There is something really romantic about rainy days. It is the droplets soft tapping on the windows, the invisible slight chill that wrap you, trying to get you to tighten that winter coat one more time in a teasing nudge. It is the smell of grass, the soil, the earth, that drifted together, wafted into one aromatic mixture that made you almost drunk in its sweetness.
Rain also inspires me to be creative. Those days you just want to sit by your windows, surrounded by an army of pastel pillows and create things, from blog entry to cupcakes. Or settle down with a really good book, as a prelude to a fantasy-like dream.
It also brings memories, or rather, dreams for a distant land, England. I will then…
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