Its around 6:30-6:45 am, i can hear the rain coming down. We've had it bad for a few days now, flat out torrential. I'm in the dark, in my room and with the TV on, but I'm not looking at it, instead I'm looking at the shadowy blue glow which is forming behind my curtains; a winters sun rise.
Without warning, the rain comes down harder than Ive ever herd it before, and for a few moments it makes a din so loud it sounded as if i giant truck was going past, except the noise wouldn't fade out as it dissapears further down the road. For the first few minutes it was sort of alarming.
I sat up and looked out my window, the rain was hailing down like a son of a bitch, and the wind was really giving it all it had; trees were bowing, bushes were being given a severe beating and the pavements were being pummelled by a weather-punch of hard, freakish rain.
I looked upon it all, and it was sort of magnificent. It was like a fearsome attempt of washing this terrible, dirty place, and that in itself (successful or non -successful) is quite a beautiful thing. Credit is deffinatley due to whoever it is upstairs operating the rain machine - who also probably just pulled a double shift.
Thanks so much.
