Meanwhile back home it’s the occasional rain and sunshine that helps us getting through the wide tunnel of grayness and cumbersome times. The month march is always a hit or miss, and we definitely came back home when the cold was still present.
As such there was no need for coffee as the cold winds from the east blew my eyes wide awake, in the early mornings when bringing Novi back to his first days of Kindergarten. We did miss it, but at the same time obviously- we didn’t.
Rainbows only come after, before the Summer kicks in. When the rain meets the sun. That’s what I call hope. Or is it wishful thinking. Rain how I missed you. You make me long for the sun. The sun that I so much despise in the desert.
Rain. We have that a lot in Amsterdam. Recently winters haven’t been that cold as they used to be. Instead, there is just rain.
So it rained for the past days. Also during the weekend. But it didn’t seem to effect life negatively. I noticed almost everyone smiling, as I was walking in the rain to the Albert Cuyp market.
In “So long and thanks for all the fish” Rain-man is accompanied by rain. All the time. So he had described 231 different types of rain in his little notebook. (“And he didn’t like any of them…”).
During my twenty minute walk I went through types 47 to 51, “vertical light drizzle through to sharply slanting light to moderate drizzle freshening”. I only got wet a little.
I sang most of the time and many other people I could also hear singing or simply whistling. Rain, an underestimated source of cheerfulness?
“The clouds want to be near him, to love him, to water him”, Douglas Adams writes about Rain-man.