My father used to say
"If you can see the mountains, it's going to rain.
If you can't see them, it's already raining".
I can still hear him laughing when he said it.
|Clouds gathering over the 12 Bens|
Ireland is known as the green island or the Emerald Isle.
But that green comes at a price - the flippin' rain is never far away.
Watching the weather forecast is a national obsession.
It'll be good on Thursday so we'll mow the lawn then!!!
From the lightest of drizzles to the downpour we had yesterday or the endless weeks of rain over Christmas and New Year ... You can't be annoyed with rain and live in Ireland.
But endless days of grey are no fun.
As a child I used to love playing in the summer rain. Jumping in puddles.
It would be brilliant to have a summerhouse and keep the doors open
and smell the rain as it bounces on the ground.
Everything smells and looks newly washed and the birdsong fills every hedge
after each shower.
Once we visited a house in Germany where all rooms were built around a central fireplace and one of the rooms had no walls. We were sitting inside, but outside, in the Spring rain, with our coats on and the fire lit, with the birds flying under the eaves to build their nests. Simply wonderful.