rain is the shit. try moping when the sun is just walloping down on you. ecstatic longing can only happen in coolness. snow’s good too, don’t get me wrong. but we’re not getting that any time soon in sydney. big fat drops belting your thin curled hair! microscopic cloud mist moving in like a crowd, enveloping you. in-between stuff, droplets, gusted into your silly little face, on the way home! rain!