Thursday, 1 June 2017

DAILY DIARY - rain in Spain


It's raining. In Auckland. Well in pretty much the whole little country this Queen's birthday weekend. The rain in Spain may stay mainly in the plain, but here it actually is EVERYWHERE - like chickenman. If that makes sense to you, you have a good memory and you come from South Africa.
This is New Zealand - Aotearoa - the land of the long white cloud. The rain is horizontal, it is vertical. Well almost upwards, but mainly down she comes. Cats and dogs. In Argentina, where I have been I hasten to add, they would say: Esta lloviendo caen soretes de punta. Go figure. That's not much nicer than the French who bemoan heavy rain like this: Il pleut comme vache qui pisse. I think that should be a kiwi one considering all the moo cows we look after in our special methanic contribution to global warming. Even the Chinese speak of rain excrementally: 落狗屎
Well it's bucketing down now. In Slovakia they would say "tractors are falling". It's going to be a pretty wet messy weekend, weather wise - and it is Queen's birthday long weekend too! Hit the shops everybody. The sales will be amazing!
And we have messy church tonight too. Most appropriate. We're looking at the parable of the sower. Should work in the rain. If you have not heard, messy church is a Friday night monthly gathering of a faith community where we do stuff - creative, messy and wonderful, across the generations - so good to let people make a mess with liberty. And we learn about God and grow in faith. Good deal I suspect, since you can bring your own favourite take away grub and catch up with your mates.
Well it's raining everything now. Old women with clubs, pilot whales, puppies and chairs, frogs and more tractors. Welcome to New Zealand. It's not just green green on the far side of the hill. It's remarkably green like the hills of Natal. Professor Higgins and Eliza would be delighted too, about the rain in Spain and on our wobbly islands. Add the abundance of volcanoes, earthquakes, and leaky homes, and I reckon we've struck gold. Sweet as....

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