Rain, rain

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is (presumably) snoring...

I really feel like winter has started; it's bucketing down. And I love it! Okay, so I got wet from the waist down on my way to work this morning, and had to jump through a rather large puddle on the Pyrmont Bridge and am feeling a little cold in my air conditioned office, but I still really love rain.

When I was little I used to sit at our back windows (they were floor to ceiling glass -- lovely) when it rained and watch the water rush down the glass. I was fascinated by it. And I used to love falling asleep to the sound of rain on our tin roof.

I don't have a tin roof now, but I still love falling asleep to the sound of rain drops hitting my bedroom windows.

This morning I got up at 6 (I've been a bit slack and haven't done this for quite some time) and sat up in bed to write a screenplay that I'm working on. I can't think of a better soundtrack to that than the sound of rain falling outside and the quiet of the house around me. I didn't want to leave this quiet little writing space I'd found.

I hope I can find it tomorrow.

This picture is from here; it's actually in Coffs Harbour, but I feel like the rain was almost that heavy here!