Summer rain

Summer rain is the rain of contemplation. A critical moment of respite and reverie in the frantic heat of activity. So that is why, when it rained today, i sat back in the car and welcomed it. As i pulled into the drive, i turned off the engine and listened to the drops run down the windscreen, watching Ghin as he slept his baby sleep, breathing his contented heavy baby snores. His face was bathed in a watery glow, like Lancelot's in his faery watery world, when he was a child, i imagine.

He is so beautiful i thought. What a blessing to be so alive. Breakfast this morning was an unhurried, levity filled affair. Oisin and i laughing at nothing in particular. We watched little Nemo swim with some difficulty and discussed the probability of his passing. It's been almost a year he's been with us, i said to Oisin. It's probably time for him to go. He looked quite matter of factly at me and nodded wisely, as he ate his nutella and toast. We'll give him a proper send off i said, after all he's been with us for so long. Yes, said Oisin. Not to just flush him down the toilet bowl, and we both went off in peals of laughter. It seem cruel discussing poor Nemo's funeral, and laughing, but as a friend remarked, laughter and tears are very close together.