Saved it for A Rainy Day
At this moment in time, I'm in my bedroom. I'm wearing my big hoodie over my pyjamas and I'm huddled up under my covers. My music is on loud to drown out the terrible voices of people on the karaoke system at the pub up the road. (They're ruining Elvis songs.)
But I can still hear the wind howling, even over Dawson's Geek by Busted blasting out my laptop speakers. The scaffolding is still up around my house, so I'm sure the clonking noise I can hear is being made by the wind lifting the planks of wood out of place, and then letting them fall back down against the poles. But still, it's scary. Not quite as scary as it is when it's late at night. But still scary.
Also, the rain is pelting against the poles, making hollow, metal sounds. However, this means that there isn't as much rain finding its way to my window as there would be normally, so the photographically artistic snaps of waterfalls of raindrops on the glass will have to wait.
This weather is the first sign of winter. (I know we have the rest of autumn to go through first, but I don't care. Winter is coming.)
Winter is one of my favourite parts of the year. Not because of the freezing cold rain pelting me until I'm soaked, or the bitter cold wind freezing my face into an even more unattractive position than it already is.
What I love about winter is the times when you can huddle up under a blanket, with a hot drink and a DVD (or Blu-ray, if you're cool..) while the wind howls outside, and you know that you don't have to go outside if you don't want to. The cold weather outside means you have a good excuse for as many duvet days as you like, and you don't have any grown ups in your face telling you that 'it's such a lovely day outside' and not to 'waste the good weather!'
You can control your own temperature - you can choose whether you want to be cold or whether you want to curl up in front of a heater and warm up.
Plus, winter and its cold weather is a good excuse for big huggly cuddles with people (or cushions in my case..). It seems to bring everyone together, more than any other time of year, especially with Christmas slap bang in the middle of the season.
And when it snows, it's amazing how much the community can come together. If you live in a nice area with nice neighbours, that is. Snowball fights and snowman building. Listening to the radio at 6 in the morning, hoping to hear that your school's been closed for the day. (If it is, this is the best bit. If it's not, this is the worst bit.) Helping each other salt the roads for those cars which need to get through it. Of course, every street has that one grumpy old Scrooge who'll go around chucking salt over as much snow as possible, getting the pavements confused with the road, just to spoil the fun. But that's just a good opportunity for the rest of us to team up and pelt him/her with the snowballs we've saved!
All these things are what make winter the best part of the year for me! Although sometimes it feels like I'm the only one.
Today is the first time the weather's been like this in a good month or two, which is good by UK standards, but people are already complaining about it being cold and having a moan about 'typical British weather'. But they forget that it was only a couple of weeks ago that they were declaring that it was too hot and that they couldn't wait for some rain.
It's just like the snow side of things. They spend most of December and January hoping for it to snow soon, then as soon as it does, Facebook becomes flooded with statuses like "Snow can just f**k off now!" and "Iv well ad enuff ov da sno know" (depending on their grammatical capabilities).
This is something I strongly dislike about people in this country. They always find a reason to moan in every situation they can, even if what they're moaning about is what they'd hoped for in the first place.
I'd like to live in a place where I could be friends with people who weren't like this.
Look at 'Holes', the book by Louis Sachar (and there's a film adaption starring that Shia La Beouf guy). The juvenile delinquents in the story spend ages at Camp Green Lake, a place where there's been a drought for goodness-knows how long, so the guys have to dig in dry desert everyday for the length of their sentence.
At the end of the book, some curse is lifted by the main character, and it starts raining, meaning that the drought is over.
The guys at this Camp Green Lake go out and dance in the rain (effectively), which just shows how appreciative of it they are! (I know it's fictional, but the point still stands.) There wasn't one person in that group who stuck his hood up and huddled under a shelter going 'Uuughh, I can't believe it's raining... I hate the rain, it's totally going to mess up my hair!'
People I know should pay attention to that, so maybe they'll complain less.
Anyway, now that I've had a rant, I think it's coffee time!
Enjoy the lovely weather, everyone! :)
-Sarah
But I can still hear the wind howling, even over Dawson's Geek by Busted blasting out my laptop speakers. The scaffolding is still up around my house, so I'm sure the clonking noise I can hear is being made by the wind lifting the planks of wood out of place, and then letting them fall back down against the poles. But still, it's scary. Not quite as scary as it is when it's late at night. But still scary.
Also, the rain is pelting against the poles, making hollow, metal sounds. However, this means that there isn't as much rain finding its way to my window as there would be normally, so the photographically artistic snaps of waterfalls of raindrops on the glass will have to wait.
This weather is the first sign of winter. (I know we have the rest of autumn to go through first, but I don't care. Winter is coming.)
Winter is one of my favourite parts of the year. Not because of the freezing cold rain pelting me until I'm soaked, or the bitter cold wind freezing my face into an even more unattractive position than it already is.
What I love about winter is the times when you can huddle up under a blanket, with a hot drink and a DVD (or Blu-ray, if you're cool..) while the wind howls outside, and you know that you don't have to go outside if you don't want to. The cold weather outside means you have a good excuse for as many duvet days as you like, and you don't have any grown ups in your face telling you that 'it's such a lovely day outside' and not to 'waste the good weather!'
You can control your own temperature - you can choose whether you want to be cold or whether you want to curl up in front of a heater and warm up.
Plus, winter and its cold weather is a good excuse for big huggly cuddles with people (or cushions in my case..). It seems to bring everyone together, more than any other time of year, especially with Christmas slap bang in the middle of the season.
And when it snows, it's amazing how much the community can come together. If you live in a nice area with nice neighbours, that is. Snowball fights and snowman building. Listening to the radio at 6 in the morning, hoping to hear that your school's been closed for the day. (If it is, this is the best bit. If it's not, this is the worst bit.) Helping each other salt the roads for those cars which need to get through it. Of course, every street has that one grumpy old Scrooge who'll go around chucking salt over as much snow as possible, getting the pavements confused with the road, just to spoil the fun. But that's just a good opportunity for the rest of us to team up and pelt him/her with the snowballs we've saved!
All these things are what make winter the best part of the year for me! Although sometimes it feels like I'm the only one.
Today is the first time the weather's been like this in a good month or two, which is good by UK standards, but people are already complaining about it being cold and having a moan about 'typical British weather'. But they forget that it was only a couple of weeks ago that they were declaring that it was too hot and that they couldn't wait for some rain.
It's just like the snow side of things. They spend most of December and January hoping for it to snow soon, then as soon as it does, Facebook becomes flooded with statuses like "Snow can just f**k off now!" and "Iv well ad enuff ov da sno know" (depending on their grammatical capabilities).
This is something I strongly dislike about people in this country. They always find a reason to moan in every situation they can, even if what they're moaning about is what they'd hoped for in the first place.
I'd like to live in a place where I could be friends with people who weren't like this.
Look at 'Holes', the book by Louis Sachar (and there's a film adaption starring that Shia La Beouf guy). The juvenile delinquents in the story spend ages at Camp Green Lake, a place where there's been a drought for goodness-knows how long, so the guys have to dig in dry desert everyday for the length of their sentence.
At the end of the book, some curse is lifted by the main character, and it starts raining, meaning that the drought is over.
The guys at this Camp Green Lake go out and dance in the rain (effectively), which just shows how appreciative of it they are! (I know it's fictional, but the point still stands.) There wasn't one person in that group who stuck his hood up and huddled under a shelter going 'Uuughh, I can't believe it's raining... I hate the rain, it's totally going to mess up my hair!'
People I know should pay attention to that, so maybe they'll complain less.
Anyway, now that I've had a rant, I think it's coffee time!
Enjoy the lovely weather, everyone! :)
-Sarah
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