Rain, Rain, Go Away.

Let me tell you what happens in this country when it rains in the morning. Traffic slows to a screeching halt. Alright to be fair, traffic never stops here. Buses travel at the amazing speed of an elderly on zimmerframes. I realise that reference will be lost in translation here. To put it simply: IT IS FRICKING SLOW.

Travis King

It makes sense, I know. I am not stupid. I realise that on well-maintained tarmac here it probably feels like slippery fake leather armchairs when it gets the usual torrential rain. It’s not so difficult to see why a two-tonne hunk of metal could easily careen down the road like a bobsled, crushing man, children and woman in sight. That wouldn’t be pretty at all.

Still, must you rain this morning of all mornings when I have my first exam of the term? Must you be so evil, rain? I thought we had a good understanding together. You rain ONLY IN THE AFTERNOON and let Mr. Sunshine have his way IN THE MORNING. We’ll make arrangements for the rest of the week hokay? I still have three exams to go. I’ll have my people call your people.