Man Rain

Its been raining. Not any rain, this is injustice rain. The kind of rain that drives away wonderfully fluffy snow leaving only puddles of icy slush. Injustice rain- the rain that does no good. It doesn't fill dams, or wash streets clean. It slicks roads and causes mass collisions between bicycles, cattle and road trains. I can handle and even enjoy heavy thunderstorms, the kind of rain that fights you... Man Rain.

Rotterdam has a slight case of injustice rain, but Dublin was terminal. Umbrellas were listed on the stock exchange and rain was food group. I would like to bring the rain from South Africa to fight the rain in Dublin. SA rain was tough, fighting style rain that busted into a summer afternoon like drunken british tourists on a quiet Amsterdam cafe. SA rain would stand accused on the side of the courtroom while Dublin rain would raise its bruised finger to point wearily at its brutal attacker. It would be a one sided rain defeat.

But enough talk, hopefully Rotterdam has got the message and no-one needs to get wet.