Ceaseless rains Day 4.
A typhoon is expected in Hong Kong and these rains are its preliminary ripples. It's not unusual for incessant dewy rains in China, not unusual at all winters have their fare share of rains. Just another weather jape to make the cool colder.
All thats outside is somber grey and vivid green. The birds are hidden out of sight and the cat strolled in wet, padding on my immaculate wooden floors with its wet paws, leaving behind a trail of treasure hunt markings, and disappeared under the bed where he now rests.
Something so pleasurable and relaxing about watching rains in pleasant weather. Their soft booted thud on earth surface that makes those merry pitter-patter sounds, of course that's relative. Rains have the power to depress you further if you happen to be nursing a broken heart or in throes of sad yearnings.
The flora looks clean, the air feels cleaner and the doleful gloominess it brings about makes you want to read a never ending book by the subdued light that permeates through your window.
It makes me yearn for tea and snacky food.. perhaps a nice bit of sandwich or some unidentified fried objects. Hah.. or banana chips. Yes.
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