Dreaming of wet weather
We are currently experiencing a heat wave with constant sunlight and blue skies. The kind of weather I have always been hoping for but can’t actually cope with, so naturally I am dreaming of rain.
Here in Ireland we have thousands of words for rain: damp rain, wet rain, sideways rain, spring rain, drizzle. We say its lashing, pouring, and drizzling damp. A wet morning. A soft day. Lovely weather for ducks. Good day for the roses. Fresh. Bracing.
Some days I can’t tell the sea from the sky. Some days the clouds hang so low they sweep the hill tops. Some mornings mist swallows the world- the mountains vanish overnight. Grey skies mean richer photos. Grey sky means deeper colours- richer flowers. I take those as days to look down. Rockpools. Flowerbeds. Cobblestones. Riverbeds.
These are days for soup and crusty bread. Soft slippers. Magazines and fox-eared novels. For mist speckled eyelashes. Light flares off raindrops on windows. Scarves and fingerless gloves. Thick mugs with curling steam. Lamp light.
Oh who am I kidding! The moment it actually rains I will start praying for another heatwave! 🙂