Whether it cleanses your soul, or just plain annoys you, rain is here to stay it seems, always has been, and there’s not much we can do about it.
Personally I love the rain, I’m about ten thousand times more productive when it’s cold and miserable outside, and I’ve learnt of late to embrace rain by donning a rain jacket, and surrendering to the fact that I will very possibly arrive home sodden wet and shivering, but isn’t that what hot showers are for?
I’ve been walking my dog along the beach of late, even when it’s pelting down. It’s something I’ve actually grown to like, a deserted wild beach all to myself, crazed crashing waves, dark skies and a feeling of freedom, even self-importance in being the only brave one to venture out in such conditions. My dog doesn’t agree with my newfound approval of rain. He tries to shelter himself as close as possible to my legs but I’m sure he’ll get over it.
This post is dedicated to the beauty of rain, and the feelings it evokes in us, let that be joy or frustration.