Rain…feel it on my fingertips..here it on my window pane…

Saturday morning the rain started again after some days of sunshine. I remember me lying in bed, early morning, waking up from the pouring noise on the streets and in the air. There is no better place than a cosy bed or couch and a book/nice movie for stormy weathers, but if you have to go out…you most probably drown here in Gibraltar.

But what all heavy rains have in common in every part of the world is their own, very special sound of music which bewitches you for a few seconds before you start to run to stay dry what is most of the times an useless effort. The Monsoon rain in India is the most beautiful rain I have ever experienced; it’s like magic in the air, when the greenery around you is drowning in the warm rain. Of course it sucks when all your clothes never dry due to the humidity, but every rain will stop one day.

Actually that’s the only hope which keeps me still patient because the weather here slowly is giving me really really troubles. While I’m typing these words, my house is shaking because the wind is so strong that I start to worry a bit if the roof will be still there tomorrow morning (guess who is living under the roof) and I’m sure I won’t have that much sleep tonight. Well, we’ll see…

Nothing much to tell today. It was great to be back at office again and see everybody again; there was a very nice party at a colleagues house and I had a hot shower at midnight (it’s almost 1 am at night) and if I could make a wish I would wish myself company in this stormy night because I’m seriously a bit afraid of my shaking house with strange noises I have never heard before. Well, but since I don’t have a wish free I will try to be a brave girl and sleep without hiding the whole time under the blanket.

Good night, world!

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