There's something special about rain. At least if you're inside. Otherwise it tends to be unspecial and mostly wet. Soaking you to the bone. Making the shoes sound in strange ways.
You know, walking outside with a giant umbrella is quite nice. When it's not windy. The thoughts that went through my head started at "I feel like Mary Poppins", moved on to "I wonder if I'll fly away now" and ended with "Am I gonna jump down a pavement painting now and end up in a world where an American dude speaks bad cockney?". It turns out that I didn't fly away at all, I just got to where I was suppose to be. Inside and away from the rain. It's a bit of a shame though because it would've been really nice to see that fantasy land. And punch Dick van Dyke in the face. Oh well, there's always next time. I live in faith!
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