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Being Irish, I know all about the rain.
Now that I'm living in Australia, the rain here seems... different.
In Ireland we get what we call "soft days"; days when the rain seems to simply ooze out of the air. In the countryside, the scenery fades into a darkened grey nothingness; not quite mist, not quite fog... just nothing. Mountains, hills, buidlings loom out suddenly as you approach.
We also get drizzle. Lovely gentle rolling drizzle, almost warm (though sometimes cold), it gently brushes your face. It rolls down the back of your neck in a deliciously irritating manner. You shudder, and smile, at the same time. Rain. Raining again.
There's nothing better than sitting inside, beside a warm fire, and looking outside; looking at the rain. It rains a lot in Ireland.
Here in Australia it rains too. Long, hard and fast. It's just not the same.
I miss home.
Mr Mephisto
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