It’s raining here today, in a continuous, almost determined way. Mostly when it rains here we have light to medium showers for a while and then the wind dries things off, but not today. Today the window glitters with raindrops reflecting the silver cloudlight, and every now and then an especially crowded flurry of drops turns the glass into a surface for the water to race downwards in wavering vertical streaks. The rain on the corrugated iron roof makes a rushing background noise to the sounds of our family life inside the house. There is one drip from a skylight in the rumpus room that is providing a fairly steady counterpoint to the sound of my husband rattling cutlery in the kitchen.
Today I don’t have to do any laundry.
Today I don’t have to walk the dogs.
So this morning I have been ensconced in my round red chair, wrapped in knitwear, drinking cups of tea and making progress on a sock. Perhaps later I will give my hands a break and work on something else, or maybe we will rug up and head out to the shops to buy new pyjamas for the kids.
For now though, I’m going to put on a podcast, listen to the rain, and get back to enjoying my sock.
I hope your Saturday is as satisfying as mine.