Rain.

As I lay here, fresh sheets and electric blanket on. I can't help but let my mind wander as I hear the relentless pouring rain outside. It's raining heavily and it has been for a while so the drains are dripping and you can hear drops hitting the puddles.

It takes me back to this summer when I was in Manchester and the weather was very warm and at night, we would open the window and the curtains. Not my idea I assure you. I had my trusty eye mask for when the early sun was too much. But I was in Manchester and the concept of rain was an every day occurrence. It was very early morning and I heard the heavy showers beat down on the window as I was half asleep. No noise, no cars, just the gentle sound of sleep. You could almost hear the cosy in the air as you assumed others would be feeling similar melancholy feelings towards the light patters on their windows.

And as I lay here in my own flat, in my own bed, in my own city I can help but be transported to when I was living an alternative life. Almost like an alter ego where things were peaceful at 3 o'clock in the morning, as I lay in bed dreaming of the adventures that were yet to come.

Happy blipping.