Rain is good.
Not when you're in a tuk, drenched and suffering in rush hour traffic.
At home, by the window. Mid-day breeze on your face and a good book - Life is good.
Oh, and some Ribena too.
"Writing is a form of therapy; how do all those who do not write, compose, or paint manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in the human condition?"
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