If it Rains

What is it with rain? Who does it think it is, being all wet and unpredictable? We never asked for it. We weren’t bored of the sun. Really. It was actually quite nice. And blue was always my favourite colour, as far as the sky goes. Not keen on this murky off-white, off-grey, off-blue amalgamation that it seems so fond of lately. Someone really needs to have a word.

In case you are living in one of England’s ‘drought’ areas, as reported on the news, and are developing an ever-growing sense of understanding of what it must be like to live in the Sahara, here is a picture of rain:

Note how the person in the picture battles heroically by clutching a flimsy frame of whatever material umbrellas are made out of. We live in an age of IPads and smoothie-makers and yet this is still the best we can come up with. Surely the point of technology is to offer solutions to on-going problems or inconveniences so that our lives are made as easy and comfortable as possible? I’m no historian but I’m pretty sure it’s rained for a number of years now and so you’d have thought that a solution would have been around the corner for some time.

As with so many things in life, perhaps Mark Watson has the answer? You see, in his show on Tuesday – it was great, by the way, as expected – he insisted that more people needed to boldly say ‘No!’ to the things in life that disgust and disappoint us (such as someone spitting in the street, to use his example). Apparently, it’s been very effective since he developed the courage to stop the spittle in its tracks, and so perhaps the next time it rains we should all look up to the sky and tell the clouds that we just aren’t having it? I mean, maybe no-one’s ever told them? Maybe they’ve gone about their business all these years thinking that we’re loving it down here?

Well, it’s time it stopped. If this blog achieves nothing else, then perhaps it can achieve the end of rain? Who knows, if we’re successful, perhaps we could tackle hail next year?