Blessed drops of Liquid Rain

I have brought with me from Auckland bottled rain, but no one here is complaining, rather regarding me as some sort of Angel of Blessed Relief to souls in Need. Call me superstition but I even announced that I would not buy an umbrella but walk instead in the rain to ensure that I do not chase the liquid love from the sky away. The temperature today has dropped to 19 degrees and not expecting this, Melbournians have reached to the back of their wardrobes for their winter wear. The fashion on the street today is last season's unprepared and therefore still crumpled trenches and parkas. (Do parkas even still exist or am I showing my age?) Anyway they brace themselves against the weather with hunched shoulders and grumble about how freezing it is. I raise disbelieving eyebrows in response. Freezing? Last week the wail was that it was unbearably hot? Weather is a curious thing that it affects folk so. I am still happily wandering around in my short sleeves and simply enjoying a walk in rain that will not frizz my hair into a humid bird's nest. My eyes are raised and my face pringles with as soft drops of liquid love hit my skin. There is mercy in the universe after all.