Where did this weather come from this morning?
It seemed to roll on over the suburbs out of nowhere, coming to quench the land of its thirsty thirst in order to satiate the world and keep it from becoming far too dry.
It seemed to come out in order to make my washing dry a little slower, but at the same time give the plants that I grow a little more sustenance than they have recently received from the sky.
It seemed to come down in order to make sure that people would have to swim, or row their boat to work in order to get to the institution known as work.
I wonder where it came from.
It is a mystery.
Perhaps it came from the earth, rising in parts before it became a throbbing mass that would engulf the sky, which by then it was too late to do anything about it growing and engulfing all, casting the sky in grey and white before pouring its contents upon the surface below.
However, it is not a heavy deluge, but merely a light drizzle that we have to deal with at the moment, and no everywhere must face this wrath.
Perhaps it will grow to become something far heavier than we have seen in a long, long time. If that is indeed the case, then there may just be actual swimming along the streets in order to get home.
Suddenly the commute will become a contest of fitness, pushing us further forward into fitness.
But then, if it did not rain too heavily everyone will have to deal with the tyranny of traffic and the error of its ways.
Yes, these are things that must be considered in a post-post society.
Indeed, and verily so!
Perhaps it will snow. If it is indeed snow, then everyone will truly be in a position of disadvantage, aside from those who prepared, as then we will have to trudge in the snow uphill in darkness with no shoes and enjoy it in order to make our way to our humble abodes, aside from those who live in small mansions, in which they will be trudging their way to their over-sized fortresses.
Perhaps if the streets do flood heavily and remain so for days, we will finally see the inevitable rise of the amphicar as people would probably prefer to drive those around than boats everywhere, as if it was all boats in Sydney then people would find new and more fantastic ways of being really horrible drivers.
Perhaps the weather that has sneaked up on us will sneak away when it is done causing menace and terror in our hearts, leading us to cower in fear from the light drizzle that befalls upon our being and causes us to cry out in misery.
Perhaps the flowers will grow tall and the vegetables and fruits plenty.
Perhaps there will be advantages, but the clothes will most certainly dry much slower than I desire.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:44:33
Well, I think I was trying to write something a little more normal and ended up with something… kind of normal?
I don’t know.
Written at work.