Nothing Better Than A Great Storm.

Don't We All Love Rain ?

   I sit here with my morning cuppa while the sounds of thunder are filling the fenland air, dark wild skies sit above us as the rain starts to fall, how I love storms. From a small child the rain and thunder storms have been a real love of mine, to sit out in the summer rain under a tree watching the drops beat down on green leaves bringing life and that wonderful smell of fresh rain are only two of natures great gifts.
   I'm guessing my fascination for rain goes back to when I was a very young child, I can remember sitting on the floor just inside my grandads big wooden kitchen door watching the rain drops bounce on the cobbles outside, they seemed to dance before finding their way through each tiny valley that lead them around those smooth little stones. I would sit under one of the many great coats that hung on the back of that proud big door, watching for hours, feeling warm and snug yet seeing those cold showers of rain falling just feet from me.
   There was nothing better, and still isn't anything better than getting dressed in an overcoat and hat and going out walking in the rain, I think there is something special about the magic of rain, just think about it for a few minutes, do you know any children that don't love dressing up in their wellies and waterproof coats and playing in the rain, jumping in puddles and taking cover under the nearest tree, children just adore rain and there must be a reason for it. Maybe it's because the rain is so important to us and it's mother nature's way of teaching us that, she wouldn't want us to hate what is possibly the one thing that keeps us alive so she makes it fun to us from the beginning of the short life we have.
   When I was around 6 or 7 my mum and dad lived in a small caravan in the centre of our village, in those days there were very few council houses and waiting lists were long, so young couples would rent the odd caravan to live in until their chance of a house came up. Some would live with family but most in our village would rent somewhere. Our caravan was opposite the village post office and just yards from my grandads house. It had a small garden with a timber fence around it giving some privacy, tho I often remember playing in the garden hearing people chatting in the bus queue behind the fence haha I never heard any top secrets I'm afraid but I'm sure there was lots of gossip.
   Inside we had a tiny kitchen area and the living room doubled has my mum and dads bedroom, there was a big double bed that folded away into the wall in the day time. I had a tiny little bedroom at one end of the caravan, it was the size of a large broom cupboard with a little single bed under which was storage for toys etc and at the foot of the bed was like an open wardrobe. The one thing I remember better than anything is the sound of rain hitting the caravan roof at night, many nights I would lay listening to that sound feeling nice and warn in my bed while the dark wild night raged on outside and still today I get shivers when I hear the same, even driving the car on a dark night with heavy rain falling so maybe that's part of the reason I love rain, I don.t know.
   Well I better get off to my flame now I'm hoping to get a day playing with silver glass so I'll enjoy that but it looks like my bike ride may be off if the rain continues, or should I let that little boy dress up warm and take his bike out !