One of the things that has taken a little while to come to grips with in regards to moving to Adelaide is the fact that it almost never rains here.
It will threaten to rain, but often has no follow through. Perhaps a few measly drops.
It can be quite disappointing.
However, this particular day while I was at work, it bucketed down. For hours.
Oh, it was glorious.
How I adore the rain.
Being rained on feels like hundreds of tiny kisses.
It is wonderful.
I glanced up, out of the window, and saw all of these brightly coloured umbrellas at the crossing outside of my work. How beautiful.
I guess that today’s post is another ‘grateful’ post.
I am grateful for the rain kissing my face and frizzing my hair. And grateful for the fact that I honestly can’t wipe the goofy smile off of my face.