This is the most unpredictable type. The sun is scorching your skin and your sweat has seeped out through your layers of clothing and you feel like a sultry moron, cursing the weather under your breath. But like God read your mind, he sends you a quickie, a short cold shower restoring all your theistic beliefs.
5. The mission “clean earth” type:
This is my personal favorite . You doubt if you are being hosed down by a fire-truck. The drops aren’t the usual thin, prickly ones, they are huge blobs that could wear your make-up down in minutes. Your roof, the roads and even the slums get cleaned. All you have to do is get your car out of the garage and park it on the streets for a tax and tip-free wash.
6. Don’t you dare step out of your house type:
This is the type where not the actual rain but the storm that accompanies it makes it completely intolerable. The dark grey clouds bump their head against one another like full grown Alpine Ibexes fighting for a billy, resulting in eardrum incapacitating thunders and blinding, streaky lightening. You know if you step out of your houses, umbrellas are going to upturn and lose their purpose and your well pleated skirts are going to leave you impersonating Marilyn Monroe’s pose on “The Seven Year Itch”.
7. The gloom doom type:
This is the type when it’s been drizzling for days together. You wish that it actually gushes down like a water fall and gets it over with. This type of rains usually follows a terrible storm. Schools are shut, play grounds and parks look deserted. Even the street vendors are in no mood to scream out the USP of their products to the passersby. All you wish to do is pull down your shades, get under a quilt and hibernate as dull lightening occasionally illuminate your dark room. These are the rains that invigorate fungal spores that emerge out of the ground as doom shaped mushrooms.
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