It’s raining.
Today is *checks* the 18th August 2006. It is, one would imagine by looking at the date, the middle of summer. One look out the window tells a different story.
I feel like it has been raining forever. It rained at the weekend, it rained on Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday. Yesterday (thankfully) I got a life home from work otherwise I would have been caught in a torrential downpour. The roads looked like rivers. It beat on the car roof and windows drowning out the sound of the radio and of the engine. Even of our own voices. It rained all night and when I woke this morning it was still raining. As my sense of foreboding at another day at work rose, so the rain intensified, and that sound I can hear is the rain beating on the roof.
I hate the rain.
