Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

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“It’s just rain, right?” Gun Roswell

Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

Oh you deceitful heartless wench

Pouring your cold rain for us to drench

Tiny drops kept smiling

All the while you were cunning

The plot most foul and cruel

Changing us from fun to gloom

Summer how ever long it stayed

Has finally shown it’s ugly face 

Weather as cold as can be

Puddles of water

For our flip flops slaughter

As far as the eyes can see

Gone are the days of wonder

What is beyond there

Maybe some sun shine?

Oh that would be just fine!

But oh dear weather

Thou certainly art a heartless bitch!

The raindrops the window

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“Rain, rain and some more rain, guess it is really fine in the end” Gun Roswell 

The raindrops the window

The rain leaves it’s calling card on the windows, marking the surface but luckily not permanent but for at least a moment the markers will stay there, for the simple purpose of admiration with the good kind of sensations there to be found.

And so, observing those tiny droplets getting stuck on the tough glass, forming all kinds of patterns, some of them just splatters really, but still, they have a way in capturing the attention just the same, and as long as they remain, they will the onlooker entertain.

Raindrops, heavily on the window

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“The rain is here again, falling the way down, sometimes heavily, sometimes slow. “ Gun Roswell

Raindrops, heavily on the window

The rain is upon, heavily now as is the storm, the weather having gone, from totally hot, to still warm to freezing cold, the winds gusting all around, nothing really sticks to the ground, as it such a whirlwind of a  thing, a scene of sorts, going on, and will most likely last, until the end of the season, until more solid stuff start falling down, the dreaded snow, so, until that time, simply enjoying the rain, the droplets making a great painting onto the window, still tainted by the summer flowers, but now, all getting cleaned up rather nicely. 

Raindrops trump the scowls, apparently

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“There is just something about rain, I dunno, but yeah” Gun Roswell 

Raindrops trump the scowls, apparently

The rain banging against my window in the middle of the night, well it’s morning, but I’m not really counting, cause the loud clanging kept me from my beauty sleep, not that it was really ever that deep, just the same, I would like  it to blame, for the lack of my extension span, being quite low, in the early hours of the day, as starting with little of now sleep a day, surely a permascowl plastered now and there to stay, for the duration at least, but the I see, the tiny droplets gathered onto the leaves of the flowers I had bought cheap, and an involuntary smile creeps up towards my cheeks and ain’t that just creepy, but I like it just the same and the rain apparently is to blame!