Rain In Winter

I’ve been going on about June and winter a lot haven’t I? Well I enjoy season changes. And yet another thing that is great about July (as it is as of today)/winter are the intense rainy days that define winter of course.

Winter in New Zealand for everyone else in the world, means snow. And snow is amazing in New Zealand. Even a little bit of snow = days of excitement.

But I live in Auckland. To many people (myself included to a certain extent) is pretty useless. It’s just a city. There’s nothing you can say “omg Auckland has the best _____”. When friends come from overseas and ask me what there is to do in Auckland, they usually receive a very long “….ummmm” from me. Then some vague comments about the skytower and a beach. I mostly advise them to visit cities outside of Auckland where there is more charm.

But there is in fact two things that Auckland is famous notorious for.

  1. The weather
  2. The traffic

The latter I absolutely hate. Traffic in Auckland has the potential to turn what is usually a 15 minute drive, into up to 1.5 hours. Not exaggerating in the slightest.

The former, however, is something that never fails to stun me.

Today was a rainy/windy/cold day. It was the perfect day to stay indoors leaning against a window and listen to the forceful patter of rain on my window and the howling of the wind

The wind is howling like this swirling storm insi- yeah no. Let’s not go there. xD 

And incredibly, some time later, the rain would stop completely. Such that there’s complete silence outside. Then a soft wind with cloudy skies. As though threatening to open again to let the rain pour. I love this interim. Going for a walk in this climate is one of my most favourite things to do. And I did just that. Admiring the effect the rain has on everything. It seems to make everything softer. Trees, flowers, road, everything has a dewy hue that is much easier on the eyes. 

This is something you’d only get in Auckland. My old chemistry teacher once told someone that “if you don’t like the weather in Auckland, leave for two hours and come back”. Because that’s how quickly it changes. 

And in winter, it’s the best thing ever. I’ve developed a fondness for walking in the rain. And the wind, and the cloudy-ness. 

I would have liked to attach a photo to this post, but I love my camera too much to risk it in the rain. Maybe I shall attach one later, taken while indoors. 

For now, I have to complete a monster assignment for this GP run and studying for my test. While listening to the rain of course. It’s doing wonders in keeping me company and calming me down while I stress over this. 

Ahh. Rain. 

The perfect weather

Auckland weather never seizes to amaze me.

This morning I woke to sunlight. The gentle autumn sun that rose with you. Just on time but not fully ready yet.

As I prepared for the day, there was a soft shower. The kind that waters your garden without you needing to step outside. The kind that releases that earthy smell from the ground. The kind that just puts millions of drops to sit peacefully on every blade of grass. As I left the house to go face the day’s challenges, the sun shone proudly. With the intensity that woke people up. The brightness that made you don your sunglasses and pull your windscreen shade down as you drive. The strength of light that assured and encouraged you that you can do whatever needs doing today.

I had a terrible day.

As I drove home, the clouds began to creep in. Shrouding the evening sun. Not completely.. but just enough that the light was calming as you sat in your car. One of the millions on the road just waiting to get home. It seemed to say that the worst is over. The clouds were here to soothe you.

After the sun set.. The weather changed. There was light in the sky. But it wasn’t the sun’s warm embrace or soothing blanket. It was bright. It lit up the entire sky for only just less than a second. Illuminating the dark clouds that were hiding as they prepared to unleash their fury. There was a sound. It tore through the night as the clouds clashed, eager to release their load. And then there was rain. Not the kind that watered your plants. Not the kind that pattered against your windows softly as you slept. Not the kind that dripped down from your window sill. Not the kind that you simply walk through. It was the kind that fell to the ground with every amount of force the sky could muster. It was the kind that rocked the trees and leaves with the wind in its wake. It was the kind that drenched without guilt. The kind that came all at once with light and sound. The rain that hammered down on everything in its way during its race to the ground. The rain that could not be controlled and that didn’t change no matter which way the wind blew it. Then it was gone. As quickly as it came. Leaving behind an eerie stillness. As thought nothing happened. But it had made its statement. It had one intention. To release. To unleash its power. To be a storm. 

It was the kind of rain.. that showed how I was feeling. And I loved it

It was the perfect weather.