On rainy days, my heart feels sodden and heavy. It collects the drizzle like a sponge and dampens my mood considerably. I take to rain about as well as cats do, which as you might know is not at all. I’m just glad not to be a cat, because then I’d also be allergic to myself.
This past week has been quite rainy on the whole, and I don’t like it one bit. Every droplet seems to gravitate towards my glasses, which adds a layer of difficulty to struggling along with a brolly. As soon as someone invents practical glasses with built-in windscreen wipers, I’ll take seven.
My dislike of downpours could well be connected to not being able to swim. The first inklings of damn and I get nervous. When it’s hammering down outside, I have been known to quickly Google ‘How to build an ark’. There are often times when I wonder if it’s worth keeping a little pair of ducky armbands in the bottom of my handbag.
The other downside to the rain is that it wreaks havoc on most of my shoes. I’m not in the habit of wearing wellies everywhere I go, and I’ve been punished for that with soggy insoles and redyed socks. There’s no chance that I’ll ever act out the dance sequence from Singing In The Rain, because I would glibly squelch my way through it with minimal traction. Not a good look.
While I like to think I have a decent understanding of our ecosystem, I’d be happy to never see rain again. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain, and the rain here can go mainly fall somewhere else.
