Monday, 5 December 2016
I say this because I was lying in bed last night, listening to the rain they'd told us might be snow, and then reneged on their promise, and the rain was hard.
It was hard and spiky and I got up to see if it was maybe slightly snow and I realized... rain changes.
Sometimes the rain is big and soft. Fat drops that squelch into whatever they hit.
Sometimes it's a drizzle... a mist that sticks to you but doesn't actually fall, it just hovers in the air like a blanket you walk into.
Sometimes it's wetter than others, and sometimes it's slushy... not quite frozen enough to become something else, but not quite rain. (I call that "snain"... snow/rain.)
So as I lay there last night, listening to the not quite snow hit sharp and small against the window I wondered how many people don't notice that rain changes. That there isn't just one rain.
(And yes, I was hoping for snow, but it seems to have passed us by...)