It’s mid-morning and the skies are already ominously foreboding. Even though it poured buckets throughout the night and into the wee hours of the morning, the clouds are still heavy with precipitation. I’m sipping my coffee and staring wistfully out the window, begging and pleading with the weather to cooperate. It’s been ages since I’ve had a Sunday off and I have big plans for the day. I’ve been wanting to attend Sunday afternoon drinks at The Brisbane Powerhouse for ages – it’s this incredibly stylish, weekly event on the waterfront – and today is finally my chance. The problem is, it’s an outdoor event, and so any amount of afternoon rain just won’t do. No one wants to have a cocktail while getting soaked, after all. I don’t care if it rains this morning. I don’t care if it rains later in the evening. I just can’t have it raining in the middle of the afternoon. Is that too much to ask? All I can do is hope and pray the weather gods take some pity on me and show some kindness. I have friends to meet up with and a beautiful silk dress that’s just begging to be worn. It promises to be a perfect Sunday, if this incessant rain will just take a brief pause. My fingers are crossed...
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