I like rain. It’s a good thing that I do because there is lots of it in Florida.
I love it when it rains late at night. I grab a pillow and a thin blanket and head for my front room and lie on the sofa listening to the raindrops falling on the two skylights.
I love to drive in the rain. Everything looks so shiny and clean. And when it stops things look so much sharper as if the air itself has been cleansed. And the air even smells fresher.
But there are definitely times when rain is not at all welcome – like when it comes suddenly when one is outdoors fully clothed and far from shelter. I prefer to take my showers unclothed indoors. Nor is it very pleasant when one is leaving the supermarket with a full cart of groceries faced with a torrential downpour with the water in the parking lot already above the ankles. Ever try to dribble a basketball on a wet court? It just goes splat!
Heavy rain is not nice for satellite television either – the picture disappears or becomes still and pixelated.
Such occurrences make a body wish he could move to Camelot, where…
“The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there’s simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here