The alarm rang; the sound of cars of tarmac indicated: rain. It had stopped by the time I looked out of the window.
Hasn’t been raining. Hence nothing to observe in Kreuzberg.
Brighton rain fell when I was indoors.
Comparative Rain Studies. My new University course.
Torrential rain Bogotá is very much like torrential rain elsewhere. Thick and heavy, leaving massive pools of water.
It hasn’t been raining in Bogotá during the past few days.
Not rain. Snow
Infrequent drops of icy rain on my way to Bahrenfeld.
Chronicling rainfall, I keep running into difficulties with the timing of it. On particularly rainy days, I keep mentioning the sparseness of it, realising only later, that my description was somewhat inaccurate, or misplaced.
No rain. Luigi Nono, again.
Brief note: it is raining. How, I don’t know. It is dark. Listening to Gidon Kremer playing Luigi Nono.
A shiny triangular shape on the rooftop opposite my kitchen window. No it is not raining.
All that rain in the new year! It fell in the mornings. Today it had an almost snow-like consistency.
Slight rain touched my face. On my bike. Through a park in the west of Hamburg.
Pre-christmas rain: invisible to me, but puddles tell of its presence.