“Good morning and I hope it stops raining” said in a croaky voice, is the one non-musical quote I remember from ‘Woodstock’.
This is the third morning we’ve woken to persistent rain. I’m grateful we haven’t had the heavy floods that have struck Auckland. I regularly check to see out gutter’s flowing freely. It often gets clogged, and I remove the debris, but it’s been fine this week.
In Canterbury the rain is very welcome for gardens and farms, and will surely have put an end to any Port Hills hotspots. It’s all linked to global warming and our new normal.
The other quote I always think of when it’s raining is a poem I learned in French class:
“Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui penetre mon coeur?”
I wonder how many former EGGS students are reminded of this when it rains.
Strangely fine weather doesn’t bring any quotations to the surface.
“”Rain always brings this poem to mind
where sunshine just brings joy, I find.”