Most people open the curtains in the morning and smile if they see sunshine. 'What a beautiful day!' they cry, and the sun beams upon them in self-satisfied splendour. I smile when I see a mass of heavy clouds sliding and shifting over each other, competing for the title of 'Most Ominous Shade of Grey'. I love the rain, in all its manifestations. Give me a thunderstorm over sunshine any day.
Having said that, I would like to add the disclaimer that I am particularly fond of drizzle. I love it for its gentleness...the soft, kind comforting brush of it over your face. The refreshment you feel when you lift your face to it. The way the leaves and grass rise up to meet it, grateful for every little drop.
Dreary drizzle? I think not. It should be delicate drizzle. Demure. Dreamy. Possibly even disingenuous. But definitely delightful.
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