The Case For Rain

It’s real.

I want to talk about the weather again. Photo by Eutah Mizushima on Unsplash

My very personal downside is that politics is interesting again.

There’s rain on the window in front of me, for the first time in ages, and I can watch seagulls gliding back and forth over the rooftops down the hill.

The tide’s on the turn, to judge from the moored boats, and in the distance the Roseland is just a slightly darker silhouette against the grey sea and the grey sky.

It’s all beautiful. But.

“…and now for the Trump news,” said my radio, after a discussion of the government’s decision to pick now for a radical reform of the welfare system.

If there’s a case for reform, surely it would be better to do it when there’s ample money to spare?

In case, y’know, you find that, after all, there’s a case for spending more money, not less?

But I don’t want to be saying that. I don’t even want to be thinking it.

I want to listen to the rain.