peripathetic

There's something really excellent about bright days during which it pisses down like god had too many pints the night before. I was sitting on the bus minding my own business when there was a massive downpour which set wide streams of water flowing down the windows, really fast. The world was suddenly transformed into distorted wobbly strips, with transparent glints of light writhing like muscles down the glass. Fuck. Okay, so it was just rain on a window, you say. Big deal. But no, it wasn't, it was something which made me happy to be there and have my eyes open and see it, at that time. Rain usually makes me pissed off. But not this time.