We don't have heating out here, so it's freezing. Plus tonight, the rain is pouring and pattering onto the roof. I don't mind that so much.
I passed a guy in the street today. He had no umbrella but he saw me coming with mine, swinging above my head.
"Could be worse," he said, beaming, "Could be snowing!" He laughed loudly as though that were the funniest thing he'd heard in quite a while. It didn't even matter that I raised my eyebrows and smiled - he was always going to laugh uproariously at his own premeditated observation that snow is in fact 'worse' than rain, whether I agreed or not.
"I guess so," I said politely, walking past.
I thought it about it. Snow would be prettier and quieter, though I'd still need the umbrella to get back to the office. It does tend to slow everything up, which gets people moaning and celebrating in equal measure - for conversational value alone it's a bit of a godsend. However, there are lots of other things that would be much worse than rain, that aren't snow at all. Hammers, for example, nuclear ash, hydrochloric acid, grand pianos and toilet ice would all be a lot worse tumbling out of the sky, I'd wager. The moment was long gone for a discussion with a stranger about what could be worse than drizzle. It might have been a bit of a mad thing to say, but kudos to him for making conversation in a village high street.
It's really thumping down out there now. You know, there's a part of me that wants to just go and run about in the rain, just to do something different. I know it'll be cold and wet, I know it's a fast track to getting ill again, but just for the unpredictability of it...
I'm in a weird mood. Fed up I think. I don't want to live a life where everything is always the same every day; I'm bored of it. I need adventure, change, scenery, something... different... unpredictable, exciting.
Oh but not the kind of exciting that people who aren't very excited go on about out when they say they're excited. I mean something scary, thrilling, almost unbelievably exhilarating - the kind of thing where... you might not make it out alive, or you can't predict what will happen next. Just. Something. Different... to alleviate the terrible boredom...
... I don't know what I'm talking about. I guess the fact that I'd prefer to think about it raining hammers rather than sleet, snow or hail is an indication of something! Then, would I really want that? Of course not. I've not gone dancing in the rain tonight either - I'm still indoors listening to it pounding against the glass. I think that's the scariest thing of all probably, actually making a difference. I'm so predictable I know that if something scary, thrilling and exciting did come along, offering me the big hand of adventure... well, I'd probably stay safe.
I'd like it to snow though. I don't care if it snarls up the traffic really, or if it stops us from going anywhere useful. The world would be white, sparkling, fluffy and fun again... and above all, different and for a day or two maybe, not quite so boring.
I really hate being bored.
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