This morning the rain was cold and hard. A winter baptism. Shop awnings channelled the downpour, creating waterfalls. Buses surged through pools of water, throwing up blasts of spray. Little Lebanon reimagined as an H2O obstacle course.
There are several reasons why this blog is named English Dreaming, English Rain. Beyond both the obvious and obscures references, one reason for the title is intensely internal and personal. I know that one day, when I live elsewhere, I will miss this country's rain.
2 comments:
As do i.
I've heard about the rain there. Must be like if I moved somewhere warm. I know I would miss the snow.
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