I normally like grey skies. In Queensland, traditionally, grey skies are a summer thing, part of suffocating humidity, zithering cicadas and, well, summer.
It’s winter, and it’s been raining for four days.
What the hell, winter. This is Queensland! Winter is a time for sapphire skies and crisp, clear days and being outside without being burned to a crisp.
I object to this miserable cold weather. We left Perth to get away from this morass, though as my husband reminded me, at least there’s no wind.
Enough! I call Shenanigans. Bring back a proper subtropical winter, please. I need some blue skies.