The Bovlei Valley Retreat against a backdrop of the Haweque Mountains.
It's raining again/Oh no, my love's at an end.
Oh no, it's raining again/and you know it's hard to pretend.
Oh no, it's raining again/Too bad I'm losing a friend.
Oh no, it's raining again/Oh will my heart ever mend.
“It’s Raining Again” – Supertramp
I am not sure what rain has to do with lost love, except that grey overcast skies tend to make life seems more miserable similar to losing love. But oh yeah, it’s raining again and I am starting to think it might be a good idea to snap a picture of the sun when it eventually present itself again, blow it up to billboard size, put a spotlight on it, paste it to my patio door to remind me that the sun still exists and just to generally brighten up the weather-related “house-arrest” we are currently enduring. One could convince oneself that somehow the notorious bad English weather crossed the Atlantic pond and established itself over Kentucky.
But I have nothing to complain about. What with the Mississippi overflowing its banks, and thousands been driven from their homes and farms for weeks while they wait for flood waters to retreat. Thankfully I am on a hill, away from low lying, flood prone areas.