Day 51 of Wonder

Rain rain go away,

Come again another day.

It's raining, it's pouring,

the old man is snoring,

he went to bed

and he bumped his head,

and he couldn't get up in the morning.

It's hard for me to look out my window on a rainy day and not hear these nursery rhymes bounce around my head. But the droplets of water shimmering on these blades of grass defy me to think badly of rain. Water collected is flat, smooth and without edges and yet here, delicately balanced, they gather as discreet bubbles.

Rainy days as an adult also offer the excuse to have a day snuggled up with the wonder of a good book, a pot of my favourite tea and hours of guilt free indulgence.