Or at least it was when I was trying to walk home…
What better way to follow a post about sex than by talking about the weather?
I watched the line of showers all afternoon at work knowing that in all liklihood it would be raining when I got home.
And even though I could see the drops of rain dripping down the windows of the train outside I wasn’t prepared for just how heavy the rain was when the doors opened.
Course I couldn’t get my brollie open before the doors closed so like the rest of the startled and unprepared commuters I ran to the small shelter.
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And you know I would have got home relatively dry – apart from the bottom third of my trousers – except for that tosser who went through an enormous puddle and sprayed me with water as I walked innocently past.
Still the rain is nice I guess.
Later I saw a national weather map with a fairly impressive low over the south west.
Cool huh?
(okay I realise that only my fellow fans of the weather channel will be excited about this)
Every city has its own personality when it comes to rain. In Melbourne it drizzles. In Sydney it is torrential with no wind, for days and days on end. In Perth it is windy as well as rainy and the storms are severe.
Your first picture illustrates Perth rain perfectly.