I Am Glad About the Rain and I Will Not Be Taking Questions
After Thursday's sunshine trauma, Friday feels like home.
Rain on a window, a love letter. Photo: Richard West, “East Lothian Architecture , A cake left out in the rain - geograph.org.uk - 7999023”, via Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 2.0
I liked the sun. I did. For about twelve minutes. Then I worried about my arms, my garden, and whether I owned a hat that wasn’t for rain. Friday’s wet and windy forecast arrived like a friend who texts before visiting.
Storm Austen can stay for tea. Storm Boelo can bring biscuits. Just don’t make me buy sun cream again until 2031.
Letters to the Editor
The views expressed are those of the reader, and frankly that's on them.
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Moira’s right. Rain is a friend who texts first.
— Agnes R., Scone, 23 October 2026 -
Speak for yourself. We had the sun first. Again.
— Shug McCabe, Dundee, 23 October 2026 -
@Shug take it up with Austen.
— Agnes R., Scone, 23 October 2026 -
Moira's right. Rain is a friend who texts first.
— Agnes R., Scone, 27 October 2026
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