Weather Or Not
I like rain.
I like the sound of rain, the smell of rain, the texture of rain. I like the clean taste it brings, that light, crisp, crunchy tang it gives the air. I like the optical properties of rain, the photogenic way it has of obscuring things just right, the way it'll make a sky overcast without being dark, the way it makes a warm day cool and a cold day warmish. I like the way it reduces visibility just enough to make a vista intimate, and the way even my car looks clean after a good shower.
I particularly like rain when I'm properly dressed for it.
But there are two kinds of rain I don't like. The first is the kind of aerosol rain we used to get in Brussels, that kind that feels more like you're walking in front of someone squirting water from a spray bottle, the kind with droplets small enough to find every bloody gap, no matter how minute, in even the best rain gear.
The second is what we've got outside the window here in Scotland right now. The anaemic, half-arsed kind of rain that just can't be bothered. Oh, there's enough for a weak little dribble from the drainpipes, but everywhere else it's just a perfunctory drizzle. It's weather that's phoning it in.
As they say here, "This isnae rain! It's a' comin' strecht doon!"
I like the sound of rain, the smell of rain, the texture of rain. I like the clean taste it brings, that light, crisp, crunchy tang it gives the air. I like the optical properties of rain, the photogenic way it has of obscuring things just right, the way it'll make a sky overcast without being dark, the way it makes a warm day cool and a cold day warmish. I like the way it reduces visibility just enough to make a vista intimate, and the way even my car looks clean after a good shower.
I particularly like rain when I'm properly dressed for it.
But there are two kinds of rain I don't like. The first is the kind of aerosol rain we used to get in Brussels, that kind that feels more like you're walking in front of someone squirting water from a spray bottle, the kind with droplets small enough to find every bloody gap, no matter how minute, in even the best rain gear.
The second is what we've got outside the window here in Scotland right now. The anaemic, half-arsed kind of rain that just can't be bothered. Oh, there's enough for a weak little dribble from the drainpipes, but everywhere else it's just a perfunctory drizzle. It's weather that's phoning it in.
As they say here, "This isnae rain! It's a' comin' strecht doon!"