rain is a strange occorence. rain days are scarce and far apart around here. infact they are so far apart most poeple dont know when it raind last. the rain is such a strange thing that no one really knows what to do with it. i guess there are places where winshield wipers are a life necesaity, but here every one knows they all have to be working and fixed for the winter along wiht your tiers and brakes, but no one really knows why. it raind heavily last week, but it seems they have all forgotten what happend. every year over again. every winter weekend over again. the rain surprizes every one here every time over again. of the 32 avrage rain days per annum poeple hardly ever remmebr what its like, though they do remmeber how hard the winter was and how wet it was when the rain cought them off gourd. off gourd on the way to work, in the cars, where all the windows are coverd with steam, in the over crouded busses, and traffic that is all of a sudden twice as thick. the sliperiness of the roads and side walks. every one gets exited, and think about the depleading and almost empty water reserves of the country, and how they will soon run out and how important the rain is, but still whose down their footpaths and houses. they are all concerned the water reservours are at their lowest red line yet they still couldent care less if it were compltly dry. this is an amazing thing. how a small one hour rain storm can stall a city the size of jerusalem in to a complete halt.
B. Michael, sais it is important not to get carried away in to cleashase when talkign and looking at the rain fall. hes absolutly right.
fog over my city. not my city at all.
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