It was a bright day today until the sky had a tantrum and cried tears of rain. I’m sick to the back teeth of rain, it wouldn’t even be so bad but we don’t seem to get the rain we use to years ago. Nowadays, rain shows up with an attitude, kicking umbrellas out of protesting hands, drenching everything in sight within seconds, whipped along with a chorus of wind and speed. Once upon a time, rain would fall so gently, little timid drops first and then a gradual display of respectable water. This was like a polite warning and gave you time to find shelter. Now its more like : Get Out Of The Way or You Will Get Soaked and I have a sneaking suspicion that someone has kicked a bucket over up there. I suppose this is just a sign of the times, even the weather is acting up. Summer came and went like a brief memory, I blinked and missed it, my summer outfits never even saw the light of day.
And so we are now into Winter. Autumn made a guest appearance but failed to shake any leaves off the trees. A couple of brave trees decided to to go with the flow of the season but now stand looking half naked and embarrassed.
I just wish the dark evenings could start a bit later. By the time 2.00pm in the afternoon rolls around, it’s like the sun is scared of being mugged and beats a hasty retreat from the grey darkness. By 4pm, night has fallen, smug and secure, determined to rule for the next 16 hours.