Kat Dancing

Rain. It feels weird to complain about it raining - my area has been in drought for the past five years - but, jeez, did we have to have all the surplus delivered at once? We had more rain in the month of April than we had last *year*, for God's sake. The roads are flooded. Everything's flooded. Everything's damp. It's like I'm living in Wales again.

On the other hand, as I say, I remember the drought. And it was terrible. There were people shooting animals they couldn't afford to buy water for. Our hundred-year old springs were drying up. Everything was drying up... it felt like the end of the world. I still have one of my rare poems, somewhere, describing that time. It's awful, of course, as my poetry always is, and horrendiously long, but it makes me choke when I read it, because I remember so well. I'd be tempted to post it, except, well, it's awful.

But something to remember, when I feel the urge to curse the rain.