To My Dearest Rain
Before I begin this letter of heartfelt appreciation describing my gratitude to you, can I just say how I have missed you, longed for you in fact; and I never wanted to admit that up to now because I always complained about you didn’t I? Those countless times in the past when I wanted to take a day trip and you appeared in the morning, battering on my window pane threatening to spoil my day, which you did quite few times. Oh, and the way you used to make me look an absolute mess when I ventured out dressed up quite lovely for a date and you were quite adamant on making my mascara run, my hair look wild whilst plastering it all over my face.
We haven’t really had a close relationship you and me have we when you think about it? Do you remember the time I went on holiday to Devon for two weeks and you absolutely wrecked it didn’t you, to the point where I couldn’t go out anywhere, stayed in the caravan and gave everything up as a bad joke and returned home early with you still hot on my tail. You’ve been actually a right pain in the neck sometimes haven’t you??
Nevertheless, this is supposed to be a letter of love; not of words to scold you with, therefore, I’m sorry. I need to tell you something that’s moved me over the last few days when you made an appearance after – what is it now, 8 weeks?
I love the summer as you know, but goodness me when you fell into my life again 2 days ago I could have hugged you, and I did. I stood outside and let you fall all over me because that bloody heatwave has driven me completely nuts and I’d had enough.
And so you’ve been falling over this soft and gentle country for 48 hours now and you have been truly marvellous. You have made our lives fresh again, made the grass and plants quite perky and reminded us all of how wonderful you truly are.
I will never call you again Dear Rain; you are simply the best and I love you xxxx