We’ve all been there; waking early with an odious propensity for your roused physicality and a yawn of humility, shaking your diaphragm furtively as you stretch your arms aloft tempered by your appendages lack of elasticity and by the lethargy of the previous nights longevity casting a forlorn, precarious sense of consciousness, you peer incredulously through the blinds, maintaining distant vigilance from the darkened, melancholic environment bathing the exterior with enveloping blackness and the accompanying downpour. Your immediate mannerisms are ones of quite resignation to the elements; slumped posture, dejected sigh of dissatisfaction and sudden realisation of your forced isolation from any external activities….before a broad, curled smile distinguishes your features in cathartic joviality! Why would the ambient deterioration be a prosperous I hear you mutter with contemptuous paucity? Because with persistent downpours and visibly corrosive environment persist with intolerable impunity, the resulting coercion to nomadic seclusion means that the severity of the climates deterioration allows for more fortuitous provocations, namely the tangible coveting of my PS3.
I’m not especially adversed to the nurturing, though limited dispersal of increased ambient temperatures afforded by the suns arresting spherical presence, because believe me frequenting an island perennially impoverished by astronomical deficit of solar activity, a population suffering from pronounced vitamin D deficiency and where draughts are as common as Putin demonstrating jovial satire, and I enjoy revelling in prosperity of environmental continuity. But meteorologists predicting increased saturation and accentuating gusts mitigating any extraneous activities into entropy doesn’t compel me to mediate my time between gaming and incontinent, curricular tasks. There’s a redemptive duality that escorts the specified designations, are halted by the degenerative effects of the weather, forcing into your repressive dwellings for ample, hedonistic gaming. Now I’ll concede that this is hardly a constructive or ambitious musings and that desiring such protracted weather conditions for the sake of extended renditions of gaming represents a segregated callousness for the rest of the afflicted community. I’ll also accept that I would much prefer to be wakened by the suns celestial rays piercing through the curtains, gazing wistfully at a beautiful sapphire vista, complimented by interspersed clouds that cover small portions of oceanic canopy glowing brightly above, their tenuous coverage symbolic of a proposed affluence with its methodical mobility the only suggestion of which direction the earth’s momentum is guiding us, and conveying a sense of prevailing equality, stabilised humanity, and prosperous serenity.
The promiscuous allurement of atmospheric sustenance is so emphatically vacant that when the sun does decide to assert its brazen visage, I lap it up like a dog licks up a discarded ice cream. But often allowing weathers preventative immunity to prevent me from battling senior citizens from their fascist courtship of reduced sheep loins at the supermarket, queuing extensively at the customer service desk over literal spilt milk or having your shins repeatedly run over by ignorant, carriage pushing parents or being repeatedly kicked by their adolescent spawns, then let the futility of rains invasive hostility continue.
Do you take advantage of poor weather conditions to game? edifice