Just a little dreaming...

Raining. The kind of rain that brings back heart warming memories of soggy waterproofs and babbling streams. Sharp reminders of fresh as fresh can be air and the beauty of the Lakeland hills.

When I was a child my Father took me to the 'Lakes' with his Scout troop...at the age of six I fell in love...I do not remember what the older lads got up to but I know that my heart buried deep roots into that most verdant and beautiful place.

My mind was full of stories about Elves and fairies (Lord of the Rings was my favourite read) and the bubbling and giggling streamlets gave me the symphony as the soundtrack for my imagination. Sitting amongst the ferns watching my beloved Father paint, feeling the air pushed out in front of the oncoming rain, hurriedly putting on waxed waterproofs and bringing your knees up and under the coat, snuggled and warm. Watching as the downpour made a shadowed line across the lake is it came.

I fell deeply, madly and passionately in love with all of it, the smells, the mists, the haunting shapes in the clouds and the sense of freedom and peace. I have ever been thus. While others walk with grim looks through the rain today, I, have Elves for company and the songs of childhood rivers dancing in my heart....forgive me my smiles on a wet dreary day.