juli 5

I remember those rainy summerdays of my youth so very well.

My mother couldn't cope well with children around her all the time.
I don't know why, because I was such a quiet and friendly child, always ready to help.

She used to send me outside in the pouring rain and I just obeyed.

People enjoyed to see me dancing in the rain with my little green boots on.

Gene Kelly would have been proud of me, as I sang his song so loud that I wouldn't hear the rain anymore.

I had to think about this all when I discovered that the tremendous downpour of last night left it's traces all over the place.
Flowers slashed from branches, berries flattened in the grass, but worst of all: the extra roof we made above the part of the garden between the back door and the shed was filled with liters and liters of water. Soooo bad, that it was hanging so low that it was touching the playhouse of the girls.

It took me quite a while to get all the water out of it, and it took over two hours for the water to sink into the already soaked ground.

No "singing in the rain" this time.
I went straight to the bathroom to have a shower to get warm again.
They say it's summer.... I doubt it.