* It's wet.
* Everything it lands on gets wet.
* It makes the sky all dark and mean and grey
* It means that the sun doesn't shine
* It floods under my back door and turns my pitifully small hall into a miniature swamp that hobbits might drown in.
* If it rains from one particular direction, it floods through my sitting room window, creating an interesting water feature, and yet more problems for the lurking hobbits.
* The endless gates that I have to open and close when leaving my mountain side are all situated in the rainiest of rainy spots, so it becomes impossible for me to emerge from my mountain retreat looking like anything other than a half drowned mongrel cat.
* Small rivers appear in strange places, usually places that I need to walk.
* Sometimes they are large rivers. I know this because two white water rafters just shot through my yard on a newly formed torrent.
* Excessive rain usually, and ironically, means that I run out of water as the pipes get blocked with small sheep, lost shrews or frogs with no sat nav. I then have to go and remove said blockages.
* The lack of light makes me confused about what time it is. It's all just grey time. Consequently I missed breakfast and ate lunch twice. I also changed to go to bed thinking it must be night time. Disappointingly it turned out to be just gone two thirty.
There must be things I like about rain, but I can't seem to think of them right now.
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6 comments:
You left off the bit about washing being on the line. My favourite. Although in Wales maybe that isn't something you ever do anyway.
Now as far as good things go, well rain is very good for creating puddles which small boys can float boats on. And it saves on watering the garden. That's where my list ends.
That last bit about getting confused about the time pretty much sums up winter for me. Even if there's no rain it's just far too bloody dark all the time.
Rain is great, er...
when it finally stops?
This is about rain and it's great:
Little Black Rain Cloud
I'm just a little black rain cloud
Hovering under the honey tree
I'm only a little black rain cloud
Pay no attention to little me
Ev'ryone knows that a rain cloud
Never eats honey, no, not a nip
I'm just floating around over the ground
Wondering where I will drip
Oh, ev'ryone knows that a rain cloud
Never eats honey, no, not a nip
I'm just floating around over the ground
Wondering where I will drip
Home Office Mum - as I am a girl with no tumble dryer I have washing on the line endlessly. That definitely goes on the list.
Bevchen - I know, my working day gets shorter and shorter as I convince myself that I must stop as soon as it's dark!
Mr Farty - Valid point Reg!
Mia-oia - is that an AA Milne poem?
Yes it is. One of my favourites. It's when Pooh tries to disguise himself as a cloud in order to steal hunny!
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