Rain, rain please don't go away!

I don't know why I write blogs on weekends. I suspect reading a blog is like working, we only do it Monday to Friday and presumably between the hours of 9 to 5. So having said that, here I am on a Saturday afternoon writing a blog.

I have nothing to particularly whine about today, other than the need to write a blog on a day when no one will read it. It's actually a lovely day for me. I'm sitting here with my laptop on my lap, coffee on the table and the window open so I can listen to the rain as it falls. Most people seem to whine that the rain is so terrible, that it ruins their day because they "can't go outside". People, have you not heard of an umbrella? Perhaps you may have heard of this new contraption that one wears to help waterproof us? I do believe it's called a "Rain Coat."
Personally, the rain is calming and tranquil. I love the feeling of peace I get when I can just sit and listen to it softly landing on the roof and hear it pool on the leaves of the horrid rose bushes outside my window. Granted, I am not one to enjoy getting wet (unless I'm having a shower, bath or am swimming in a pool!) so I don't always venture out into the lovely rain.

Each person is different, and I like to think that I can appreciate that aspect of everyone (there may be times when this does not apply, especially when someone does something incredibly stupid see current opposition leader and his reference to "virginity"). However, I find it rather irritating when people bitch and moan and whine about rain. Look around you, is the grass almost completely brown? Are the trees reaching out to us for water to save them? Are our water catchment areas running low? I am sure we can all answer yes to all of these questions, including a little creative imagining of trees screaming, so why is the rain so terrible when we obviously need it so much?

Perhaps, in all my wisdom, I have neglected to delve into the psyche of those rain-haters? There is a slight chance I would return from such a mind-delving-expedition with even less of a mind than I went in with. In other words, I think it would fry what little sense is left inside this head to even attempt to contemplate what a rain-hater sees.

Instead, I shall listen to the rain softly falling and let my mind wander to the millions of places that only a mind can go. I shall enjoy the coolness in the air, the crickets making their joyful rain tribute song (or maybe they're just trying to attract a mate?) and I will bask in the glory of knowing that the rain is welcome here and that should it return I will continue to welcome it with open arms.