Posted by Claudia Moser on 7:54 AM
Somehow you automatically associate rain with England, but I realise now that the area where I currently live (Frankfurt am Main) is also very rainy. It pours constantly, it's like someone is sitting up in the sky and forgot to turn off the plug. Of course there are different type of rain:

1. class pouring cats and dogs - your only choice to stay dry is to stay at home / office, there is no way to be safe on the street. The water gets everywhere (i.e. two days ago it melted the glue from one of my shoes and I kind of had no sole left, trust me not funny)

2. class heavy rain - the only difference with the above is that you may get a chance to stay partially dry with a huge umbrella, it is just a slight probably but you can make it if you really try :)

3. class pure rain - not really bad, it is not that impenetrable, it can be interesting in the summer

4. class light showers - fun for me no matter the time, and this is how the morning started with some drops falling down, no umbrella needed. Being absorbed by music (today old albums from Roxette) I did not realise fast enough that suddenly I was dealing with class 1, so now I am wondering if my cold will come back. I really hope not!

Why can't I live where the weather is nicer? In fact I don't think that there is perfect weather anyway, I am simply complaining now :)



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