Ever heard of the weather portraying a person's mood though? It happens, albeit rarely.
A few months ago when I was going through a rough patch in life, it was rainy and gloomy in Wellington. The wind was strong, the skies were dark and the rain didn't stop falling. 3 days non stop. Fi said God was crying for me. LOL. I even remembered when she said that. It was a Sunday morning, we're at the cable car station, and we're going to church. It's kinda funny thinking back now.
The weather in Seremban has been freaky. It has been windy for days now. And the wind this morning was stronger than ever. It was so strong, that it blew down the shoe cabinet and the unused wooden doors that my dad kept, (the doors were taken off and replaced when my house was renovated.) So now we can't open the front door. My sister and I are stuck in the house. Praise God for the DVD galore.
The weather reminds me of Welly, which then reminds me that I only have 6 days left.
Perhaps the weather knows my thoughts.
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