As a lifelong Englishman living in England, a country that has an English propensity for rain, I tend to hear these words very, very frequently.
“Oh, it’s raining again. What horrible weather!”
Why is it? Who decided that the rain is horrible weather? Was there some meeting that happened two hundred years ago where the opinions and actions of the nation would be carved in stone and ingrained within the psyche of everyone born into its culture. Rain equals gloom and doom, everyone will apologise for everything all the time, sarcasm will become our second language, forming queues must be taught from an early age lest there be chaos, a summer without at least 14 barbecues will be considered a tragedy and every third sentence must contain at least one sexual innuendo.
From the early rising workers of the morning and the town and city folk going about their daily business to the pub dwellers of the evenings and the perpetually boring weather reporters (every one of which seems to have the same type of voice and opinion set like they were created in a mass produced factory), it seems that almost every one of my countrymen and women have arbitrarily decided that sun is good and rain is bad. I’m surprised the Queen of England hasn’t committed an entire Christmas Day speech declaring that rain is officially an enemy of the crown and country followed by a Parliamentary declaration that we are now at war with rain.
Without rain our country would be a harsh, brown, bleak and desolate wasteland devoid of greenery, wildlife and the majestic beauty of our valleys, woodlands, rivers and reserves. I have said it before and I will write it now, I will never let the weather dictate my mood or how I feel about anything. I cannot for the life of me and mine understand why some people look out of the window and see something a bit dark and a bit wet that they suddenly lose the ability to feel those feelings of joy and positivity. At least the rain won’t give you sun burn.
I welcome the sun, the rain, the snow and the wind. As long as it’s not burning my face off, blowing my house to pieces or flooding the land then I will always have a firm appreciation for our unique and diverse weather.
Why can’t both the sun and the rain be good? Just two different iterations and definitions of the term and our general understanding of the nature of our weather system.