More rain. Each drop that falls
Is a cold, hard reason
To play it safe today and stay inside.
An instinct to protect
A holy wisdom, faithfully applied.
But in every silver splash
I glimpse an eye that slyly winks
Inviting me to hang it all – and ride;
To tell the child within
Not to heed that warning voice,
And revel in the freedom to decide.
Strange as it may seem, I actually love riding in the rain. There’s something empowering and uplifting about being out in conditions that keep others indoors – and in knowingly, deliberately, joyfully getting wet and filthy, which my mother always told me not to do! As has often, and rightly, been said: there’s no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing. N.