Last night, as I blearily fell asleep listening to the rain, I briefly considered unplugging my laptop from the wall, in case of a power surge.
I then decided that three metres was much too far to walk and I would take my chances. Just think, a lightning strike might have fried my motherboard and this blog post would never have existed. The horror!
Whenever it gets a little wet, Perth drivers seem to become completely bewildered.
Some people panic and drive frustratingly slowly, as if the road has turned to black ice without warning. Others continue their hoon-like habits, tailgating and weaving in and out of traffic, even though their braking capacity is diminished.
A significant number of them don't bother to turn their headlights on, even when the raindrops form a vision-blurring wall that reduces visibility to two car lengths in front of them. People who have chosen car colours that merge into asphalt grey seem particularly guilty of this.
I like to think, perhaps optimistically, that these obstacles make the rest of us into better drivers. Besides, it's fun to watch - from the train.
Mind you, just because I take public transport in the morning doesn't mean I haven't been affected by the wet weather as well.
You see, last night's downpour finally got rid of that three-month old stench that was hovering around the train station steps. The one coming from the sticky pool of yellow liquid that someone, amazingly and acrobatically (when you think about where the liquid came from, and I'm not talking about above the waist) managed to get on the walls of the stairwell as well as the floor.
In conclusion, I would like to thank you, dear rain, for watering our gardens and filling our dams, challenging our drivers, and putting an end to my 8am dry retching session.