Sure it can hamper plans or ruin your hair but I can never be sad when it rains. In or out – I’m not fussed – I love watching it and I love being in it. I think it is a probably a throwback to growing up in Wellington, where it always rains but I don’t think I will ever be too old to jump in puddles or love the feeling of rain on my face – it makes me feel alive and present. In recent years rain has become my special friend always popping up when I’m in a waiting room to keep me company. Forget old magazines and the people coming and going, I much prefer to look out the window. AND somehow almost without fail, it is like my friend knows that a distraction is needed so it comes along to put a smile on my face like a giant comforter. Together we laugh at the chaos it causes in the street down below as people manoeuvre their way through the umbrella traffic; and together we look on in awe as nature works it magic as birds bathe, grass grows and plants are nurtured… oh how I love rain.