Let’s face it, the majority of the people in the UK getting agitated by this dismal drizzle. July is supposed to be the month for sunshine. So many plans ruined. So many sunglasses unused (aside for those who are just too cool who wear them anyway). Simple plans, lying in the sun, not so simple in the rain.
Take yesterday. 7.30pm. In the middle of playing a game of football, a dark grey cloud and its contents left me thoroughly soaked through. And cold. I definitely recall complaining at the time. But an hour later, I was fine again after a beautifully hot shower. No harm done.
But then what about those stuck outside in such weather? The one’s who don’t have a home to go to. What happens to them? And who do they have to moan to?
And what about those dying FOR the rain? I mean dying in the literal sense. What about those in the famine caused by worse drought to hit east Africa in 60 years. Today the UN has ‘officially’ declared two parts of Somalia in a state of famine. 10 million people are in need of humanitarian assistance. 10 million! That’s a number I can barely comprehend. Definitely shocking than the fact that it rains in July.
And the images coming out in the media. Heartbreaking. I refuse to post pictures of which I’ve not taken out of pride, but at a time like this, such pride is not important. People need to see the reality of what is going on. This picture is one I found particularly striking. I don’t feel the need to explain why as I’m sure you can see for yourself.
My aim is not to guilt trip anyone here. I guess what I’m saying is three things:
First of all, remember that although the weather is not as great as you’d like, try and understand that you are not a real victim of it. As they say “it could be worse”.
Secondly, I am as guilty as anyone for this: complaining about the fact that it is not sunny. Yes, I would be posting that facebook status. You all know the one! There are around a gizzilion of them floating around. I’m not saying we should necessarily stop complaining about it. But maybe, just maybe we should complain about what’s going on in east Africa. If we did that as often as we moan about British weather, we might encourage someone to make a difference. So go wild, complain all you like (about east Africa).
Thirdly, don’t let the silly rain ruin your plans. Make the most of everything life has to offer. Learn to dance in the rain. Yes, I am aware that this entire blogpost sounds like a cliché but does it matter?
Also . . .
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