I packed Mark’s rain jacket as an afterthought but I was hoping we were leaving rainy weather behind us, in Ontario. We had an unusually wet spring and summer and I was sick of getting soaked every single day. The day we left, it rained continuously from morning in Ottawa to late at night, when we flew from Montreal.
I had too much faith in French summer weather. Somehow, I had forgotten Nantes is close to Brittany, where the local joke is “oh oui, we had a nice, dry summer—I remember, it was on July 29.” It’s not cold but it’s not hot either. It’s not pouring rain but there are big grey clouds in the sky. It’s a bit windy, a bit stormy, a bit rainy.
I’m trying to look on the bright side. Streets aren’t flooded like they were in Ottawa this spring—rainwater drains away quickly. When I feel a few raindrops, I can find shelter easily. There are many stores or covered walkways, it’s not like I’m in the middle of the Experimental Farm.
But above all, a stormy sky, rays of sun streaming through gaps in clouds and reflections in rain puddles are pretty inspiring.