The Methodist Church on Stokes Road. I took a slightly different route to normal. It was quite pleasant to do that. The red streak bottom left is a car going past, left to right so I caught the tail lights.
I wanted to talk about the rain. I took some rubbish out to the bin, just before starting work. It struck me, the rain did, and the thought about the rain, big round, solid drops, they hit me hard and splashed. There was something refreshing about the quality of the rain. I thought I need to comment on the quality of this rain in my blog.
I didn’t walk in the rain, luckily it held off for my walk. Sometimes though, I quite enjoy being out in the rain. Normally, especially here, it’s accompanied by a fairly stiff wind, which breaks the drops up in to little needles being driven into your face, and then there is the really penetrating rain, which it doesn’t matter how well you are wrapped up, it seems to get everywhere.
There was just something about the quality of the rain this morning that just triggered a train of thought in me.