Weather

I thought that spring would bring better weather. And sometimes it does - when Tony was here, there were so many sunny and nice days. Then, Dad came. And it rained, and rained, and rained. And even though it stops raining for a day or two, it has generally kept up the wet pattern since then. I make refuge in the library and the St. David Lecture Theater building near my flat where there is an abundance of heat flowing out of the radiators and time my trip back home on whether it's raining or not.

A few days ago we got hail. Yesterday, the wind was bitter on my walks to and from class and rain came and went as it pleased. The sidewalks are dry at the moment, though I'm sure they won't be by the time I need to go buy groceries. . .

Here is a poem my grandparents have up at their house that is appropriate for Dunedin in springtime.

Weather

Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll whether the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not.