Yes,I'm writing about the weather.Um,yeah,I don't really have much of a life so deal with it.
For the first time ever,I realised what "the silence before the storm" actually means.
It was an unusually cold morning,even considering that it's November.
Maybe it seemed colder,because I was too early and there was nobody to walk to class with.
The chill of the atmosphere,piercing my skin.The Sun,no where in sight.
And the loudest rustling of leaves I've ever heard.
It was all quiet and desolate,but raging and loud at the same time.
It was just a prelude to the actual storm that Followed.
.. November rain is really cold and Beautiful,you know?
We had two consecutive days of torrential downpour and it was freezing.
The sky,like that cold morning, was a constant grey,making everything look prettier than it actually is.
Leaven,in every shade of green,red and brown and little yellow flowers looked perfect against the dominating grey,like it were painting.
Patches of crystal drops and quivering leaves.
And walking in the cold rain to lunch that waited for us,was the best part.
And even the food seemed more tempting than ever,the rising smoke form the dishes just more evident than any other day.There were little puddles everywhere,holding the reflections of trees and people.Shoes got icky,and clothes got drenched.But noone really seemed to mind it.
and at the end of the violent,raging storm came the Happy Ending,like in fairly tales,Bright Sunshine.
And the lovely sunbeams brought everything back to track again,drove away the dear distraction that was November rain.
We bid farewell to the november rain,as we watched the last remains of the pretty rainclouds reflected on the enormous glass windows of a building.
Because nothin' last forever,not even cold november rain.
For the first time ever,I realised what "the silence before the storm" actually means.
It was an unusually cold morning,even considering that it's November.
Maybe it seemed colder,because I was too early and there was nobody to walk to class with.
The chill of the atmosphere,piercing my skin.The Sun,no where in sight.
And the loudest rustling of leaves I've ever heard.
It was all quiet and desolate,but raging and loud at the same time.
It was just a prelude to the actual storm that Followed.
.. November rain is really cold and Beautiful,you know?
We had two consecutive days of torrential downpour and it was freezing.
The sky,like that cold morning, was a constant grey,making everything look prettier than it actually is.
Leaven,in every shade of green,red and brown and little yellow flowers looked perfect against the dominating grey,like it were painting.
Patches of crystal drops and quivering leaves.
And even the food seemed more tempting than ever,the rising smoke form the dishes just more evident than any other day.There were little puddles everywhere,holding the reflections of trees and people.Shoes got icky,and clothes got drenched.But noone really seemed to mind it.
and at the end of the violent,raging storm came the Happy Ending,like in fairly tales,Bright Sunshine.
And the lovely sunbeams brought everything back to track again,drove away the dear distraction that was November rain.
We bid farewell to the november rain,as we watched the last remains of the pretty rainclouds reflected on the enormous glass windows of a building.
Because nothin' last forever,not even cold november rain.
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