Singalong on a Rainy Summer Saturday

It seems like it's been raining forever here. How is it where you are? Every day for weeks, the skies have been grey. Every day this week it has felt like a tough slog to get through each work day.

However, on Monday afternoon, whilst dashing about getting things done and trying to avoid the huge drops that had started to fall, I noticed how wonderful the pattern of rain-drop circles looked. I stopped to take some photos though they don't fully capture the moment.

The Sycamore seeds look just like lucky horseshoes, like the ones you see in wedding confetti. So while Mica sings about hating days like these, and I fully agree that the greyness of this dreary, relentless, wet summer makes me long for a storm and a break in the clouds, I still feel so thankful to be able to see and savour these beautiful rain-soaked moments.

 The photo below reminds me of Autumn or early winter evenings, which I am in no way longing for by the way. However I am reminded of how much I love these wet winter afternoons; dark early, the reflections of headlights on wet roads, and the swhooshing of the traffic as it passes by. Each season has these tiny favourite sensory joys. Time sometimes seems to stop when it rains; you remember; feel suspended; a little disorientated; lost; not quite sure where in time you exactly are.

Waiting for the torch - June 2012

I am conscious of the devastation people are suffering right now in the UK, with all of this heavy rain there have been some terrible flash floods in some places. While I am thankful for the rain and the beauty it brings, I am hoping that those that have been affected will have some respite soon. Sometimes the endless dull, greyness and drizzle is preferable to the destruction of these repeated heavy downpours.

"Here comes the rain again, 

Falling on my head like a memory,

Falling on my head like a

New emotion." 

Eurythmics

I love to see these rain-jewels on leaves and petals. So tender.

"I can see clearly now the rain has gone, I can see all obstacles in my way."

Johnny Nash

"I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin."

Leonard Cohen

"I swear there was a time when I thought it would never stop, 

and now I only think about you if it's raining or it's not.

Jolene, Jolene,

Is it still raining everywhere you are?"

The Weepies.