Well, the rain arrived.
It didn’t rain when I kind of hoped it would, but the rain right now is fine as it is. Not sure how I’ll feel about it in a few days, but for now it’s alright. I can deal. I can appreciate it falling from the sky and onto the earth. Hopefully there’s a lot of it that falls over the catchment areas. We need a bit of it over those right now.
The joys of drought.
Of course, those in rural areas need it far more than those in the city. I can consider myself lucky at the moment. Hopefully the government starts organising something soon to provide great relief to those in rural areas.
For now, the rain falls and I am not in a position to appreciate it as the office is still situated underground enough to prevent any natural light coming in, thus increasing health issues that linger once leaving the place of work. It’s a wonderful setting, but I’m not here to whinge today.
I’m just here to write about things and hope that they make sense. Not sure if they will, but I have hope and hope is what I have, so I shall keep on hoping that all of this comes out okay. If it doesn’t, then that’s on me.
For now, I’ll just keep on wishing that rather than be at work, I could be appreciating the rain as it falls, although I’d just probably be writing instead of watching it as there are a lot of things that I need to write about before the end of the week and I’ve been getting through things a bit more steadily than usual.
Still, the idea of watching the rain is one that is currently very appealing. It would be as liberating as it would be imprisoning.
Then again, maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe it would just be something interesting to see before I’d move to something else and work on whatever that something else would be for a while, then get a little bit annoyed by the fact that it is raining, thus preventing me from doing anything, even though it wouldn’t as all I would need to do is put on some wet weather gear, but of course I wouldn’t allow myself to believe that as it is easier to blame the rain than it is to take initiative and deal with it.
But no; instead of blaming the rain, I should just get out there (of course making sure that I am first prepared) and explore the rain and do the thing and go on a journey of drama and intrigue which will hopefully lead into a nice little blanket of collections. Those collections would be the stories of which I would pass on to the future generations of the future, and then they would pass into legend.
The alternative is to have a cathartic moment and scream into the crying heavens whilst without my rain gear.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:13:84
Not the fastest and not the best.
I think I was going for serious at the start and kind of drifted away.
I blame my lack of sleep.
Written at work.