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Freitag, 27. Juli 2012

Waiting for that rainstorm

And the sun-worshippers will forsake me and curse my name. They will hunt me down and yell at me with their baseball caps and sleeveless shirts... but I don't care anymore. I want rain. I want it to drown this godforsaken 35 degree hot rathole. I can't work, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't concentrate. Barbecue parties outside my window, with the smell of fresh meat everywhere I go. I'm a 100% vegetarian now, ask me how I like it.

So I was sitting at home just an hour ago, waiting for that rainstorm. They talked about it in the news. The weather-reporter had this frowning, sad, somber face. "Unfortunately we will experience some shower activity in the Western parts of Germany" And when it hit the Netherlands I was overwhelmed with joy. Soak 'em. All of 'em. All these nuts that sit around under umbrellas all day, praising the sun and the beautiful "warm" weather. All these Dutch "gangsters" with their ghetto-blasters, playing cheap, boring, beats. Let 'em swim back to their underground lair.

And then .... finally ... it started.... the rain ... oh god the sweet rain. The drops of water, the cooling breeze, the eternal serenity, not a word in the city, not a sound. Complete and utter piece. And 10 minutes later it was over and the tropical climate took it's toll again. They actually just started making a fire in the courtyard again.

The time will come.... it will come....

S.M

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