It was lovely to be woken up by rain this morning. It was still dark but I could see the rain drops on my window. The mornings are a little colder now and thankfully I'm sleeping longer. A 6.30am start is good. My kitchen window is a strange screen that reveals a constant, reassuring vista - the tall, cream colored block of flats in the distance, a tangle of trees, television aerials - twisted and straight, an air-conditioning unit with blue rectangular trademark sits on a brown and green corrugated iron roof top, a line strung from house to fence four times evenly and a yellow plastic peg basket in my neighbours back-garden. It almost always has clothes hanging on it. The small backyard that contains only a chair, a plastic dog bowl and two potted plants. The back door of one house painted emerald green that's always closed. Does anyone actually live there? And, of course, the sky - its moods and colors, sometimes the measure of the day. So, this morning it's a patchwork of grey and white. I'm hoping that means more rain on the way. In the words of Garbage (American rock group) - I'm only happy when it rains!
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