Outside, a storm is brewing.

The trees are sighing, the thunder growls, doors and windows are open wide to catch the breath of the storm. The wind pushing at me felt like an old friend, met again after too long.

I wonder what the rain will bring.

Funny that it was storming here when I read this particular post.

...Though we've kind of figured out that these coincidences are becoming something very different in a sense. hmm

It's bright and sunny here.

Oi, you. I want my dark and atmospheric storm back. It's tough to be sinister on a lovely summer day ;)

Rain.

Not so much an old friend as a constant companion. But I sometimes do miss the winds from back home. When I realise that I'm walking upright.

It's tough to be sinister with that fluffy pink bow around your neck, Fish, even if you were in the middle of a storm. ;)

Ekim: yeh, but where you live, it rains and storms too often. Here, not nearly enough. :p

Heh, it's raining again...

I need new wiper blades.