It’s Saturday.
And it’s been raining again.
I find it odd how the weather can affect places and situations, and people’s moods as well. Here I am, writing this about how gloomy it is outside and generally feeling a little down. I wanted to get some gardening done, but the rain doesn’t help, so I have postponed it and am writing here instead. And now the sun has come out as if to mock me!
However, I will not be fooled again. The last time I felt like this I rushed to get my shoes on and dashed outside into the glorious sunshine only for the heavens to open and nearly all my compost was washed away. I am now waiting for it to rain again, and then I will dash into the kitchen to see if there is a rainbow outside. Like a small child I will be giddy if there is one and immediately take yet another rainbow photo which will languish forever in my phone storage or in the cloud.
As a writer I find the weather can be used to create atmosphere in a variety of ways. Summer sunshine indicates heat, sleepiness and sometimes unbearable humidity. The wind in winter can chill the soul as well as the skin. But also as a writer, this can be used to shake things up a little. A funeral in the cold, grey drizzle has a totally different feel to a warm, sunny day with buzzing insects and birdsong. A thwarted bride in the autumn foreshadows sadness, darkening of the days, loss and the onset of winter. Yet the same bride in the spring may indicate the blossoming of new relationships with herself and those around her, the promise of things can only get better from here.
And on that note, I can hear the patter of the rain on the window, despite the sun still shining.
I must be off now, there may be a rainbow I need to photograph!
