More on Rain

If you have read the comment on yesterday's posting, you'll see one made by Mary Jane, who lives in Reno. She reminded me that rain can be positive and I have to agree, though reluctantly. I remember what it was like in Cyprus when, after 4 or 5 months, we had the first rain of the winter. It was an uplifting, enlivening event. Though I have never seen it, when it rains in the desert, the world comes alive. However, the unrelenting rain and heavy, rain burdened skies of the last few days have not been at all uplifting, at least not for me. And I'm still left with the vision of Heathcliff in Tenerife.

I'm so fed up with the rain but then again who isn't!

I suppose that the title of this blog says it all. It has been raining since Sunday and I think that it also rained last week. Not that it matters, since the rain seems endless and it could have been raining for months for all I know! I think that it might be my fault. In novels (not any that I would write) sometimes nature reflects the feelings of a main character. If my life were a novel, then that would explain the rain. Then again, I've often thought that if the weather improved in some of those novels perhaps the lives of the heroes and heroines would too. How cold, wet and depressing was Wuthering Heights but if they had lived in the tropics or even southern Europe, how different their lives would have been. You can't brood when the sun is shining, at least not for long.