I find it rather funny how fast the weather can change. Yesterday, I left my house with thoughts of bright sunshine and extreme heat, just to continue the pattern we have had for several weeks now (I must though admit that I hoped for a colder weather). Quite instantly however, I realised that the extreme heat was not there. Still keeping me company was however the bright sun and clear sky. Oh yes, the sky was clear. Only single clouds could be seen scattered sparsely, though when looking in over the mainland (I live on a peninsula), there was as expected a clear line of greyish clouds as always (poor inland habitants). Nothing too harmful since these clouds very seldom makes the short travel out to the shoreline.
Stepping in to the car to drive into the great shopping center of Kungsbacka (Kungsmässan), I therefore had no expectations of what was to come. More summer, more heat, and more physical suffering was all I expected from the weather. After driving the nine kilometers in to Kungsbacka, I found myself in an unexpected situation - I could see clouds over my head. What? COULDS? HERE?
Feeling both surprised and relieved(since I barely felt I could survive more hot days), I stepped into Kungsmässan to make a quick tour between some of the stores. This was quite quickly done, and it was not long before I stepped out from the shopping center to continue my trip to Isabella's party. But wait, I missed something. Small drops of water hitting my skin. Where did they come from? A short glance upwards gave me the answer - no sun, clouds and water. Great, at last we will get our lawn and flowers watered by mother nature herself. Or? Nooo! This rain was not good at all. We were supposed to grill at the party, to do that you need fire, and fire does not like rain too much. This rain could destroy that little piece of fun. Dammit!
I kept walking to Kungsbacka station with the hope that the rain would drift away from here leaving perfect conditions for barbeque. Sitting at the station reading, and later at the train, this hope was still in my mind. But then... Exiting the train, the rain was no longer drizzling, it really rained. Damn, I was to arrive as a stinking wet dog - not too funny, but whatever. Hopefully I wasn't the only one beeing stupid enough to not even thing about bringing clothes suitable for rain or umbrella. Luckily the result of my rainy walk was not vary disastrous (at least I think so, but prehaps it's only me being accustomed to the smell of me being wet).
Grilling however, was really successful. Everything from Isabellas homemade beefs to marinated pork filet and mashmallows got the chance to sweat in the extreme heat caused by one of the most useful and harmful "elements" at earth; fire. More than so I can not tell about the wonderful party (well, I can but I find no meaning in doing so since I do not feel that I can do it in a too good way) , but it was great - thank you Isabella :). I must also give some creds to Daniel who showed his skills around midnight by juggling with burning torches.
Today, at five, I found an even more extreme situation. The sun was again here, and I tried to improve my handstands in our garden (well, improve in this case means trying to stand for more than five seconds). Then, the same odd feeling, raindrops hitting my body, but still, the sun shone through a little hole between some clounds. I went inside, and then... RAIN AS HELL! I mean, it was a real flood. Enourmous amounts of water just coming from the sky... Wee :)
Well, as always, this text is not a try to write understandable english. Just a plain writedown of some thing that is in my mind. Enjoy the rain my friends :) Peace...
