His name’s Reggae:)
…it really pours out here. Last weekend, thanks to a broken window, my room got flooded – at night, when I was sleeping. I woke up, of course, and went running downstairs to see if I could salvage my clothes that were hanging on the clotheslines outside. I couldn’t. The rain was coming down hard and fast, and, well, all I could do was hope that I’d clipped them well and they wouldn’t fly away to the next state or something. I then went running back to my room to see if I could salvage anything there. But, nope. The rain had soaked everything halfway into the room, including the bed. Luckily, my most important possessions, my camera (of course) and my passport, were safely in the other end of the room, in protective casing (cos I knew something like this would happen).
I ultimately had to get an extra mattress and sleep in the living room. The funny thing is, when I’d washed my clothes and gone out to hang them, I’d inspected the sky and there was not one cloud there. Grrrr.
But clouds look good and can be appreciated when you and your clothes and your bed are safe and dry.