Car headlights approaching, bright, warm orbs in the gloom,
shimmering wet roads
... A rainy day.

I woke up with a headache and that yuk, flat, right down there in the dumps feeling. My morning caffeine boost failed. From my window the day was as grey as my mood. I felt caged. I pulled on my shoes, grabbed my jacket and was walking down the drive as the first drops of rain began to fall.

I love rain, in all its moods; the thrill in the passion of a thunderstorm, or just lying in the darkness, troubled, unable to sleep, finding comfort in its gentle music. One of my favorite movies is that old classic, "Singing in the Rain" with Gene Kelly. Now that is happiness and one thing I would really love to do in the rain, especially the way he does it.

As I continued on my walk the rain got heavier and heavier, pretty soon it was running off my nose and chin, my hair so wet it was plastered flat against my skull but my headache and morning dour mood had gone as I returned homward down the lane, doing my very best Gene Kelly impersonation (without lamp-post) singing and splashing in puddles to a mostly indifferent audience of sensibly dressed horses, I felt noticeably happy.