Distorted by rain

Life here seems more dependent on the weather than it ever did in the city - and it's a tribute to the strength of my feelings that I can still marvel at this after living here for almost 38 years. The distortion of the view from our rear window through the streaks of rain that had fallen incessantly all day is a sort of metaphor for how I feel about the problems of flooded roads, landslides which cut us off from the rest of the country, or even just a houseful of wet waterproofs.

It is indicative also of the state to which I am reduced by a spell of wet weather that I didn't post this until almost a week had passed!