Fire and Rain

Raindrops on my brolly...quite nice BIGGIFIED!

Was woken up just before 6 this morning with the rain rattling off the bedroom window. Funny how it's much more difficult to throw off the duvet and get the day started when the weather is wild outside.

Grump. Grump. Grump.

When it was time to leave for work, I gritted my teeth and prepared to battle my way through the rain to the protection of the car (oh at least 10 paces!!! :))

By the time I got in the car the rain was battering down so heavily that I actually sat there for a minute and laughed! It was like cartoon rain!

Then I took a second to remind myself that many, many moons ago during a VERY long spell in hospital (the result of a motorbike crash - a whole other story!!!) I used to gaze longingly out the hospital windows at the rain, desperate to feel its cool drops hitting my head and soaking me from head to toe.

To be standing out in the rain, arms outstretched, getting soaked, for no reason other than because I could, represented for me freedom from the confines of my incarceration (16 months in hospital did begin to feel like a prison sentence about 6 months in!!) and feelings of thankfullness at being alive. I vowed at that time that I would never moan about the rain again.

Well I have done plenty moaning about it over this summer and as I sat there this morning I felt ashamed that I had allowed myself to forget just how much I missed that rain and what it represents for me.

So if you hear me moaning about it again, gimme a slap!

THIS is one of my favourite "rain" songs and it happened to come on my ipod this morning :))) Enjoy :))