#60 - Dripping Elder

I don't care what everyone else says, I like the rain. Everything looks wonderful and bejewelled and the steely October skies close the world in so that everything is filled with the sound of water dripping from the trees, all the colours darken and in the depths of black and brown droplets of silver glisten mysteriously from every edge. Isn't it rather wonderful that you can be alive in the world for so long and still find a new favourite thing?