How do rainy days make you feel?
How am I going to write my allotted 750 words on this?! Its pretty easy to explain how rainy days makes me feel, especially when I’ve got shit loads to do. Pissed the hell off. That’s how they make me feel.
When LARPing, one of the worse things that can possibly happen with this big tent of mine is rain on the last night. I have to pack that sucker away wet and then, when I get home, I have to find somewhere to pitch it so it can dry. I was really lucky this month because I didn’t have to do that, but in May, the only reason I managed to try the thing was because I had the following day off. I took the tent to the pack, unpacked the whole thing, semi-pitched it and then sat by with a book while it dried off. -_- I was not happy. It makes LARPing quite hard because I find that I don’t want to visit any of the other camps, I don’t want to wander around on the dunes, my tent gets chilly and douses me with a shower each time I walk into it (we camp under the trees) and its ridiculously hard to get a fire going. All in all, I prefer it when it doesn’t rain when I’m LARPing.
A couple of weeks ago, for instance, it was wet as hell for about a week and I knew that I still had to leave work to ride down to do a recording session for DemonFM. Well, I could have gone down to do the work at lunch time, but I only had a half hour window so I thought it best to sit tight, wait and then do it after work. Maybe it would calm down by then. And, at about 4.20pm, it really looked like my luck was in. The sun was peeping through the clouds, the ground was dry… excellent. Particularly as it had chucked it down only three hours before, to the point that it interrupted work (hammering the windows and the roof made a lot of noise). So off I got at 4.30pm, hop on the bike and start to peddle. The second I do – I shit you not, the very second I do – the rain starts to come. Just a pitter patter at first, and then, within two minutes a deluge that soaked everything I was wearing right down to my freakin underwear! I roll into the studios dripping and feeling sorry for myself and then have to sit tight while I put all the bits together I wanted to put together. *sigh*
I’m glad I didn’t have to stay that night. I would have, I really would have but 1) there was absolutely nobody about to help me with the system (I’ve had no training yet) and 2) I was far to miserable and wet and cold and bleeech! to do anything about it. This was the same day as my interview actually and despite feeling better about it, having done the best I could, I was still reeling from the foul moodedness prior to that. Moodedness… is that a real word by the way?
So… that was a bad experience with a rainy day.
Then again, thunderstorms… I love. There is another post about that somewhere through the challenges (use the 80 Post Challenge tag to check it out), but the sound of them, the smell of them, the power of them, I love it all! Its amazing to me that I can feel so differently about it. I guess just some rain is very different to a thunderstorm though.
I’ve always said that if its going to rain, I want real rain. Like what got me on my bike. That’s real rain, rather than the half hearted showers we sometimes get around here. It just seems like a half-arsed attempted to cock up your day. While a rain storm, or a thunderstorm… well that’s better. I mean this country could do with the rain, with half full reservoirs all over the place. But I guess the long and short of it is, so long as I’m inside I don’t care what happens.
I can usually entertain myself if its raining. I have books and games and writing to do all the damn time; it should be really easy. Its the getting wet and then having to dry my locs that I don’t like. I guess that’s just a reflection of how girlie I really am. :p
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