The Happiness of Rain
100 Days of Happiness – Day 42
The weather of this beautiful city where I live is very unpredictable. The weather report for the week told us to expect rain. But if it is raining in one part of the city, it’ll be bone dry in the other. I remember one time when it was raining behind my house, but not a drop fell outside my front gate.
I’m a lover of rain – a pluviophile. It may be an oxymoron, but nothing brightens my day better than to see the dark clouds rolling in and threatening to let loose its wonderful bounty on the world. So I was hoping that that forecast would come true. Most of the morning here, it was bathed in sunshine. So I thought it would be another botched weather forecast. But I was happily proven wrong.
For a lover of rain, happiness is the sound of raindrops on a tin roof, the fragrance of dust kicking off the earth and just feeling the drops on my face. Surprisingly, there are hailstones, and it is not just a passing shower. It has been raining cats and dogs (not literally) since the last thirty minutes, and it doesn’t seem like it will let up any time soon.
(© 3rd November 2015)