Sitting in the dark, listening to the rain

It hasn't rained in London since I arrived.  That's 7 whole days without rain.  That's bizarre for London.  Now, today, it's pouring.  When I was a kid, the summer was full of fun - making jewelry, going to the pool, riding my bike up and down the street.

But, it would thunderstorm every week or so, and I always welcomed it.  Because, sometimes, you need a break from the pool parties and the outdoor bliss.  Sometimes, you just want to sit inside, watch a movie, make some popcorn, and watch the rain as it rushes past your window.

It's true that it rains too much for me in London but, sometimes, it comes at just the right moment.  Sometimes it reminds you just to sit and think, to be still, to wait, as all the smoke and soot and noise is washed right out of the air.  In some ways, rain can be dark and saddening, in others, it can be refreshing and restorative.