Between the rain and fog, gray and overcast with what nature offers us today. There are moods . Bad moods because there is no sun. Everything can said and everything can be silent to justify the guilt of the weather.
This is not my fault for being taciturn.The fault is not mine to answer you slant.This is not my fault for not having enthusiasm for living .
And there we blame the trickle and sticky weather, the cold enter through unfurled clothes. It really seems like we get a few more months sulking, until the sun comes up. And then begins. Begins to glow almost stopped towards the same place, the temperature rises so much that sometimes chokes us. But then! Then begins. It's too hot ... I can not stand this heat ... I feel bad ...
But then where does that leave us? What bored people!
Why? I say. I love these days of little rain, with the wind breathtaking. It reminds me of my childhood. When using umbrella or hoody was a torture and if nobody was looking or be the I unravel of these props.
It was turning into a puddle jump, catch a few drops on the face and feel it dripping on the skin.
From where I see the Cristo-Rei, standing, with opaque gray fog, occasionally the sound of a heavy drop in the glass. But not even think about going to jump in puddles and ponds that are the cars to pass or catch rain in her hair.
What a pity!