Writing about the weather.

Weather is interesting because it's never static.  One sunny day isn't necessarily the same as the next and a lot of the description depends on how the author feels about the weather in general.  A sunny day can be pleasant, with summer breezes and the laughter of children.  Or it can be scorching, a hammer that beats down upon the heads of people who do not seek shelter from its reach.  As you can see, it all depends on the connotation.

Let me tell you about the weather I had to drive home in today.

Driving home today was like waging a war between myself and the elements.  The sky was a dome of unrelieved gunmetal grey.  Each puddle on the ground a landmine waiting to catch the unwary off guard and send them spinning off the road.  And the rain was an unrelenting spray of cold, wet bullets against the windshield.

It was the kind of weather where visibility was next to nothing and if someone in front of you didn't have their lights on, the only way you could tell they were even there was from the plumes of water spraying up from their tyres.  A day where you hovered cautiously at 90kph in case you had to try and stop suddenly.

It was a day where you pull into your driveway and say a silent prayer of thanks that you have made it safely home to where the warm fires burn and the horrors of the road can be left outside.

Hopefully no one else has had this kind of driving experience because I can tell you it's not very fun.  Not even putting on the bounciest, happiest music I could find in my CD collection helped.

I'm glad to be home.

But hey, at least it gave me something to write about.

Keep dreaming everyone.