Does Snoopy ever finish off with what he started?

The days have been dark and stormy.

Or really sunny, but still humid.

Cold sunshine.

Bright storms.

Oxymoronic opportunities galore.

The weather officially enjoys tragedies.

monday - traisped to school, the light drizzle hardly a dampener. Hardly. Wet enough to be able to be in a position to turn down extra umbrellas.

tuesday- The heavenlies let loose. It rained, it poured, we drowned. 'We' meaning that Chris couldn't find the umbrella in the morning. 'It rained' also meaning that we strolled along nonchalantly in the deluge, as if it was the most normal thing to do; walking in the heavy, angry rain on a dandy tuesday morning to the awaiting bus. 'It poured' meaning that we were attempting to appear laidback and cool in our utterly soaked uniform and shaking our heads vigorously to spray unfortunate innocent victims. We know our neighbors just love us. Although I'm not too sure about the bus driver and/or the wet seats we left behind. Or the lovely people in the MTR stations either. I can't be certain whether the... lady beside me flashed a grimace of benevolence at our sorry state. 'We drowned' definitely means exactly what it implies. So much so that Carly, Jennie and Cat could spot 2 drowned rats from a far distance. Suddenly, Carly was not into dispensing hugs. Made a beeline for the shelter of Edmund's umbrella for the last 20m to school. School mates were askance at the impromptu early morning shower. Sarah kept her distance!  But it rained in school. Till the wind blew the rain all the ways into the corridors and were slapping against the windows. And Dick couldn't stop laughing because I stupidly refused to take the umbrella yesterday. Even all the way at Festival Walk. Until he got stalked by...people

wednesday- No rain in the morning. Which was well as we miraculously managed to take the 7.50 am bus (ie.we were late, it was the last bus). The end of school approached. The skies were... well, whaddya know! Ominous dark clouds had gathered in the horizons. This time, in lieu of falling sick, hurriedly went back to the lockers to wrangle an umbrella out of Dick. Picture pathetic face . There. Was. Only. One. Umbrella. Which spells doom, death, darkness and destruction. A teensy exaggeration. After going through the various shocked faces/predictable responses/arguments/protests, much haggling/ throwing the sole umbrella/pushing it around,it ended up pitched into my locker.

It didn't rain.

"Damnit,why isn't it raining!" - George

Someone else ended up being the thoroughly drenched one this time. Guess it wouldn't be a good time to mention that Rico had offered another umbrella afterwards.

thursday- it's midnight,its pitch black and...oh,its raining! Please let it rain in the morning again!

I suppose I can make money out of the situation too, by selling off the umbrella to certain people!

I love the rainy season this week.

Sorta.

P.S I hate Wiki!