I live in a country where it rains often. This summer it seems to be raining everyday, so much so that I am forced to acknowledge it, not ignore it, turn my back and stay inside dry.
Rain is always portrayed as a bad thing a cloud accompanying bad luck or a grim mood.
However yesterday as it poured down it was magical. It played with the light coating everything in perfect spherical diamonds, it created incredible patterns in the loch and in an especially wonderful moment I saw a shoal of fish like a puddle of light beneath the surface, swimming excitedly, seeming to enjoy the disruption in the surface tension of the water.