We have rain!
After a few weeks of really lovely weather, but just a mite too hot for my taste (25 degrees C upwards), thank you very much, we had a couple of stifling days, and then yesterday evening the skies opened. A proper thunderstorm! So I did the only sensible thing, I went out for a walk to get soaking wet and revel in the thunder and lightning.
I miss the beach at Worthing, there is no good place to stand and get wet outside where I live now. And, of course, no waves to splash about in with your wellies on. Though there is a decent place to sit and get wet – some steps on the lawn outside where you have a sort of a view of the fjord. (Ok, so maybe you’re wondering why I can’t just stand by the steps if I can sit there? Well, I dunno, it’s not as good.)
Why do I find it so much easier to think when it rains?
I have thus found yet one more item for the list of requirements for Mr. Right: He really cannot be afraid of thunderstorms. If he is he will have a miserable time of it, as I will actively seek them out, preferably climbing to the top of a hill or walking in as big an open space as possible. I have yet to be hit by lightening, though. I unconsciously note how far away the storm actually is, anyway, if it got close, I suppose I might seek shelter (no, not under a tree).
Music in my head: New York, New York (ta-da-damtadum, ta-da-damtadum…)