I like the way the rain and the streetlights make the fallen leaves gleam.
London is prettier that Slaidburn when it rains. Slaidburn just looks damp and grey/green (apart from those few days that London could never beat, when it looks green and fresh and its goodrain and it smells so clean and fresh and wonderful. Those days when I want to run around in the rain (providing it's not too cold) and walk and walk and walk and I feel so... free. Stood in the middle of a field, with soaking clothes and squelching mud and green and trees and that smell and feeling just so happy. However, those days are few and far between.) London has cars whose head and tail lights turn to jewels, and puddles filled with glitterig lights and shining windows. Lights through water, reflecting off everything.
When its dark and raining in London I feel like I'm inside Christmas.
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In London on Saturday there was one point where the rain was so hard that when I retreated down to the tube the shaking of coats and wringing of hair had made the carriage floor slip-slidey. And then the odd sensation of coming up the escalator to find the outside world - in the mid-afternoon - darker than the underground. But I like the autumn too, yeah - your description is lovely.
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