Christchurch doesn't know how to rain. Nope. It wouldn't have a clue. It only has one setting: BUCKET DOWN! It is crazy how quickly some place can fill up with water. It never ceases to amaze me. Our backyard was a wonderful place to lie on the grass in the summer. Invite over some friends, whip out the Corona's and a book. Ohh, but not now. Ce n'est pas possible. We don't really have a backyard. We have a pool. I parked in the pool and waded to the door. Thats right, waded. I don't know why we bought a paddling pool. Now we have one without even asking. We didn't get a choice. Because I would have chosen 'no'. yes, rain is nice to have when you're warm inside, sipping a hot beverage and reading a good book.
If only there was the opportunity for this. Our lounge is taken up by clothes that are growing mould. We have leaks. Our windows refuse to close. Our house doesn't like warmth. Either that or it simply likes to torture us.
Please, Mr Rain, stop soon. I'm cold and running out of socks.
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