Rain

Number seven in "Feed the Muse" Exercise A is Describe three types of rain. I was looking at the sheet for inspiration and this seemed pretty inspirational for another Pamela short. Very inspirational. Magically inspirational. Wonderfully inspirational. Extremely inspirational. Fantastically inspirational. Exceptionally inspirational. Superbly inspirational. Ehmm I've run out of adverbs / adjectives

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There are three types of rain, according to Pam.

Alex believes in only one type of rain: rain.

Gareth and Michael, Alex's twin brothers who call themselves Gaz and Mac, know of six types. Like Pam, they have specific names for all types; the most original being "snain". They were so proud of it, they included it on the Wikipedia page for "rain and snow mixed" (but forgot to give themselves public credit).

The Triple A pretends rain doesn't exist. "Rain? What kind of a word is that? Raain. It sounds so weird."

Pam's rainy categories:

Green rain is a lazy puppy with soft, fluffy strands. An introverted dog, he usually shows himself before the sun rises, when people are generally too tired to register his presence. He'll stay awhile, sipping a cup of dirt brown coffee and "read" the newspapers careless people left on bus stations. Green rain can't read. He's only a puppy - forever two months old - and can do just one trick: rainbows. He'll bounce on his stubby legs until he has enough energy to soar up to his playground, the clouds, and leave colorful colors in his wake. As one of those few considerate beings, he'll wait for opportune moments (when he feels like the world is especially gloomy) to make a rainbow. Also, he has to fart for around five minutes each time, which he feels pretty embarassed about, so he tries to limit those stinky moments (even though no one can smell it but him).

http://venuris.com/puppy-dog-wallpaper-2/ (filtered)

Orange rain is a barista who hates mornings and customers and whipped cream and coffee. Sometimes, usually when there isn't a stampede of coffee addicted students or traffic on highways, she'll actually smile and stop "accidentally" spilling stuff on the floor. But in rush hours, her mood sours until that bucket of soap and water in the corner looks like it was meant to be drenched all over herself. It cleanses her momentarily, relieves the stress and frustration bottled inside, and she feels as though other people would like a shower as well. Clean, clean, clean, according to her eyes. Muddy, muddy, muddy, the coffee stains on clothes, shoes, and tires complain. Yay, yay, yay, cry children and rain enthusiasts like Pam. Meh, says the elderly. Everyone has mixed feelings about orange rain.

http://we-love-rain.tumblr.com/post/30809973234/coffee-and-rain-thanks-swanky (filtered)

Red rain is a toddler on a rampage. It all starts with something not going his way - perhaps the cereal was too soggy that morning, or the diaper was especially itchy. Then, the parents go to work and the creepy babysitter who smells weird comes by and makes her special broccoli avocado applesauce. The toddler has no choice but to open his tiny mouth, squinting as the aftertaste destroys his taste buds. Three more spoonfuls, the babysitter coos. Three. Two. One. Good job! He can't take it anymore. His high chair is too uncomfortable, the babysitter smells too weird, he misses his mommy, he wants his teddy bear, his eyes are drowsy, and he feels like he's about to throw up. The only solution: a tantrum. Creepy babysitter tries to calm him down by feeding him more applesauce, so he keeps on screaming and kicking. She manages to get him off the chair, and he thunders out the door at record toddler speed, bringing his rampage clouds. The whole town is in distress by then, their custom suits and dresses "ruined beyond repair", traffic is everywhere, and they don't have umbrellas. Red rain chuckles to himself and keeps on running, as fast as lightning.

http://www.blufftontoday.com/blog-post/kidscollege/2012-05-22/taming-toddler-tantrums#.VfR7tp2w9mA (filtered)

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It took me seven days to finish this :{

I started on 9/5 -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- those aren't random dashes, they're faces. There. I spaced them apart a little more. They kinda look less like a pattern now.

Mehhhhhhhhh (says the elderly) I forgot that school ate up most of my time. I will get back at you, homework. Someday

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