Shiny disco balls

Tiny drops of rain that glide off musty-stored-in-poky-cupboard-for-the-past-six-months umbrellas, drops that dangle from your hair in tiny , shiny blobs and that fall on books, bags, and food lending that squelchy rainy to everything around.

I like the rains.
Especially when they herald the end of humid,horrid, crazily hot summers.

Its all dark and cloudy outside. You know, the sort of weather that makes you want to curl up to a book and bloat up on fried chip like things. Thie previous sentence is so tacky that I've been w dying to use it somewhere. I'm so happy i have a blog that no one reads so that i can be as tacky as i want.

Th best part about the rains is that they keep up this constant sideshow outside your window.
Mom may be raising hell about wading through he sea of clothes that is your room, your supervisor at work might be dishing out choice taunts about your bingo addiction, sify could be painfully anal, but all you have to is gaze out and focus all your senses on the rains. Never mind the glazed look on your face as you contemplate the sheets of water and the pretty clouds and amazing walks you could be having in the rains. They really help you dim out all the things that bug and make staying indoors a royal pain.

Airy fairy lyrical tunes haunt your head and everything seems to be bathed in eau-de-wet-dog.

Shiny disco balls splatter the windows.
I'll proceed to my strike staring -into -infinity-while-looking-whimsical/melancholy pose at the sill.