Savouring the rain.

I don't CARE what you say!

I'm posting about the weather again.

Here is a song I teach to the kiddies:

Rain rain go away, come again another day

Rain rain go to Spain, you keep dripping on my brain.

(oh how they laugh).

Here is the view from my room RIGHT FUCKEN NOW!

And yes, that is me being a half-shadowed verandah livin' hippy.

See how I live in a tropical paradise? You could TOO!

We are waiting for the rain to die down a little. Then we will go for a swim in the creek.

Love and love,

Monsoon Lucy.

Dear Gentle Reader (you know who you are... and I couldn't pick a nicer blog stalker),

Thankyou for passing on the message from Rofflwaffle.

It appears that you are raising him quite well, and for that I am grateful.

Tell him I love him, and that I'm sorry I had to send him to the cold southern land, but I just couldn't raise a boisterous young lad like him whilst maintaining my current lifestyle.

I will not be sending him money, as I feel this encourages general humbuggery, but I will understand if he feels the need to resort to selling his 'wares' outside the Preston tram depot.

I miss you more though.

Love,

Lucy.

P.S There was a piece of lettuce in my text book acting like a bookmark.

Wet Season Study

I am at my peak level of productivity when it's sunny and humid and still and I'm sitting underneath a fan.

But when it starts raining I go into a whole different headspace.

The sound of the rain on the roof is like white noise drowning out the little voice in my head reading the text book to me.

The sight of the rain through the window is hypnotic, falling and falling and only changing ever so slightly every few minutes.

Is it so bad that I get drawn to the verandah at these times, and leave my books and laptop alone?

Can I please get an extension?

You see... um... like... it was raining.