It has done nothing but rain, and with a new storm system overhead, there is nothing but rain promised for the next week (that 100% chance holds through Tuesday at least). I feel a bit like a broken record, complaining about the rain, but I think this is because I am quite shocked by just how deeply the lack of sun affects me. it isn't that I truly mind the grey on one level, but then when the sun does come out, I am surprised by how much energy and optimism I suddenly possess. I have become a tropical sort of person, I suppose-- a greenhouse flower. And now I must go and research full spectrum lights to see if that will help carry me through.
This week passed in a blur of raindrops punctuated by a day trip to the (very cold and windy) coast, and another day trip to the water park courtesy of my mum. Oh my goodness, was that an experience! Sliding down into total darkness with no idea what to expect-- I couldn't even scream. It was absolutely packed, and we vowed that if we ever return, it would be on a day when we cut class and everyone else remained at school. I did not take any photos.
And then today, trudging home from paying my tuition and loading up with the next round of text books, I noticed that really, everything looks quite lovely spangled with these drops of rain. It cannot rain forever. Can it?