feeling listless

Weather I've never been very good at small talk. But suddenly I feel myself talking about the weather in my weblog. It's just that this morning as I waited for the bus to the station, it rained my favourite kind of rain. I love rain. But this was the kind of rain you coud smell, the kind which is just heavy enough to get you slightly moist, but not wet enough for a soaking. The kind which only appears in daylight and gives the world a dampened glow. I'm not sure if like clouds, there are names for each of the different types of rain, but I'd like to stake my claim on 'refreshing' for this little shower.