Love this, Rose. And I love rain, too. Was once walking through the wilds of Wales in a downpour and went into a village shop. Feeling I needed to acknowledge that I was dripping over most of her stock I commented to the owner about the strength and persistence of the rain.
"Well," she said, "we're not made of sugar, are we?"
That is definitely a very Randolph type recount and I've never noticed that he doesn't run in winter! Raymond Carver: self-care nostalgia combo.
Another best thing about rain..... makes the country green.
I love your ramblings, they bring a wonderful dose of peace - thank you.
thank you Mikalina, that is exactly what I hope they do.
Love this, Rose. And I love rain, too. Was once walking through the wilds of Wales in a downpour and went into a village shop. Feeling I needed to acknowledge that I was dripping over most of her stock I commented to the owner about the strength and persistence of the rain.
"Well," she said, "we're not made of sugar, are we?"
Now that is a heck of a book title, Charlie, hint hint. And, thank you.