Last night shortly after I posted my last entry here it started to rain. Not just a light rain but to use an old expression bucketfuls were falling. After the heat of the past few weeks it was really nice, there was actually a cold breeze coming into my room. It was a nice change. It has been hard getting to sleep lately with it being so hot. So I opened the window a little wider and listened to the rain for a while enjoying the temperature drop in my room. It was nice.
The night before had been really hot so much so that I was lying there in bed actually hoping for snow so it would cool down. Despite what I might complain about I can handle the heat, I might not like it but I can handle it. When I’m trying to sleep its another matter. I remember when I was fairly young I was in France with my family for 3 weeks or so. It was over 40 degrees for most of the time. Now that was fucking hot. I remember taking several cold showers a day. We were staying on a converted farm and there was an old barn next to the gete. I spent a lot of time in there in the shade avoiding the sun.
I like rain in general. Sure sometimes it can get in the way and I don’t like getting caught in it if its heavy but in general I like it. I would not have liked to be out in it last night, it was too bad but the thought was nice.