Me and the rain have a love hate relationship. When the drops are weighty, like tears, I feel that they heal my soul and cleanse my spirit. That type of rain makes me feel like the world is giving me the chance to take an old cloth and wipe the slate clean, ready for the sunshine that it will bring.
But that silly thin rain really annoys me. All it serves to do is get you wet when it isn’t even really there, and make your hair crimp and fuzz, so you end up looking like you have been on a week’s holiday in Barbados ( anyone who has bin will know what I mean by Barbados hair; as soon as you step off the plane your hair goes ‘poouff’ and becomes a fro. It has taken down the most perfect of do’s, believe me!)
I crave to leave England and go somewhere where rain is rare, and people love it when it falls. Maybe ill move to Africa and take part in the rain dance, to summon those heavy drops and reset my heart. Becuase there is nothing worse than opening those curtains on a Monday morning and seeing the familiar little thin drops of rain on the window glass.
The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow