I love drizzle rain. It is my favorite type of rain. I have missed it, longed for it for all the years I have been down here in the colonies. This summer it came. Oh it came. Yes drizzle is here. Gentle and slow as it moves from above to the ground. The ground welcomes it as it has the chance to soak it up, going deep down into it to quench its thirst. The tropical down pours how-ever energetic, loud and exhilarating to start when one first witnesses them do loose their appeal. Drizzle allows you to ponder on thoughts with a cup of tea cupped in your hands. Tropical has me running around exhausted. Also very very wet.
Why I am talking about rain I hear you ask ! Well my dear friend made a post that I thought was about her love of drizzle instead of pouring or drought. Turns out I didn't have a fellow drizzle lover. She was talking about live. How it is either full on tropical rain or dry. She was asking why life could never just drizzle.
This got me thinking of my interpretation of Mr Forest Gumps box of chocolates.
Life is like a box of chocolates really. There are the ones you don't like but eat as they are, after all, chocolate and it would be a waste not to. Then there is the ones that are nice and lovely which you enjoy. Then there are your favs which are wonderful. They are the right flavour and texture, you really enjoy them. See just like life. I wonder if we had our favs all the time how could we judge them as our favs if there was nothing to compare them with.
You know if life was a constant drizzle you would have no down time. I think you would be very tired of the constant.
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