Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius I don't feel any pain A little fall of rain Can hardly hurt me now You're here, that's all I need to know And you will keep me safe And you will keep me close And rain will make the flowers grow. ~Les MiserablesI passed by the cinema and decided to watch a movie just now called Wimbledon. Not too bad; I seldom watch movies that has Ms Dunst, but the reviews refer to her as 'intelligent', so I figured I needed to see what an intelligent actress actually entails. It was raining, and I decided to walk home and not take the bus. As I was telling a friend, nothing compares to walking in the rain in Perth. This is especially true at night, along deserted main roads, with the winds howling and sheets of rain falling so gently horizontally, vertically, and all over the place. That feeling, wet, but yet dry, cold, and yet sharp, and everything zooms into focus, like cleaning the lens of eyeglasses. I seem to remember reading somewhere that raining is like God crying. Well if that's true, it was a darn good cry tonight...
Thursday, November 11, 2004
A little fall of rain
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I think I must be going blind, because I only just saw the "comments" thing a few days ago. Too much study, eh? *yeah, right*
Anyway, I like the rain too. Maybe that's why I like winter so much more than summer. I like the heavy buckets of rain though, not the drizzle ones. And only if I'm not in it. ;P
no, psychic LP, you ain't blind; the comments thing probably wasn't showing at all before, I had to tweak the source code to make it appear hehe
jul: that's a very intriguing emotional arrangement you have with SKY lol
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