The rain is falling in soft, fresh waves outside my window, and it soothes my soul.
Sadly there aren't many things I can claim to share with my uncle Ian, aside from being family. He is a talented and successful artist, writer and illustrator. He lives in west london, me in the east. But we both seem to share a love of the rain.
And the elegant Tiko Tuskadze who runs my favourite local cafe, Little Georgia, and I always greet each other with dismay when it is hot and pleasure when it is cool or raining.
Everyone else is complaining about the rain and the 'rubbish summer'. I find this disappointment so strange. We have had many days of sun this year - remember the blistering May? So why the expectation that these have to be clustered around a few months in the middle of the year? It rarely happens and you'd think we'd have clocked this by now. Anyhow, I think the pleasures of rain are overlooked.
A few reasons why I love the rain:
It is watering our lovely community orchard
Playing melancholy piano sounds great with the rain
It means I dont get red sun marks when I walk to work
It makes a calming ambient soundtrack for writing and reading
It gives me an excuse to spend all of a sunday watching films and cooking
It means I can actually get stuff done, rather than feeling i should be outside pointlessly flopping around in a park.
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