72. Serious Rain

I was just sitting here, looking out of the window, trying to think of today's blog subject, when it began to rain serious rain. And I smiled. Not because I am the devil incarnate (though my brothers beg to differ) and I enjoy the thought of all those commuters getting drenched on their way home, but because serious rain is so much better than drizzle, or worse, the threat of drizzle.

I like climatic absolutes, I've decided. When hot the sky must be azure and cloudless, when cold it must be azure and cloudless unless its foggy, when wet it must be soaking, when dry it should not threaten. So no clouds. I clearly need to emigrate. Sorry Mum.

I was going to go running in the drizzle, but I am dissuaded by the serious rain. Wimp. If it lets up a bit I will go and try out my new 90s pop-classics playlist. If it doesn't (and it seems intent for now) I will do the only thing the weather demands - curl up on the sofa with a book.