When It Rains In Glasgow
It RAINS In Glasgow
Student Tours Scotland deals with the rain all the time. It's a common theme in Glasgow.
It rains in Glasgow. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed this. I have. It rained a lot today and I think instead of getting up and heading into the city, next time I’m just going to get dressed in the shower. It would have the same outcome. I’d be fully clothed and drenched but at least I’d be in the comfort of my own home.
The Glasgow rain is unlike any rain you’ve ever had in your life. Student Tours Scotland knows this all too well. On a Portpatrick tour, as the sun burst through the clouds, bathing us in a warm, happy glow I noticed the impending Armageddon approaching from the north. It swept across the land like some heavenly brush that had been dipped in the ocean. Within seconds we were saturated - soaked to the bone. Yes, even my bones. They were very wet that day - poor bones.
The downpour of water from the sky is different in Glasgow and Scotland. On one Student Tours Scotland walk in the city centre a student from Canada noted that the weather comes at you from all angles. Rain does not like gravity in Glasgow. It drives skywards at you from the ground. Angry rain, bouyant rain, bad-tempered rain. This stuff is the rain of the legends you heard of as a kid. It is mystical rain and since we have a unicorn for a national animal, it’s all too real here. There is nothing mythical about the rain here.
I have felt the wrath of the rain more times than I care to admit in Scotland. It lashes you, clawing at your hair and face - you sometimes feel like you’re being slashed as the rain takes some dark, unknowing vengeance for a crime you had no idea you committed. You have wronged the rain and it will get it’s revenge in Glasgow.
I don’t think you can deal with the rain in Glasgow. It’s not possible. Some Student Tours Scotland trips are nothing but a sea of deceased umbrellas, scattered around the towns and villages of Scotland like the poor souls of some devine raining death-shower. The rain means business, the rain is serious. The Glasgow rain is eternal. It cannot be stopped and it cannot be tamed.
I’ve come to love the rain in Glasgow. At least that is what I tell myself anyway. I think it can hear my thoughts, it knows I’m thinking of hurting it - of inventing some permanent rain-drying-machine (I’ll call it, ‘the sun’) that will get rid of the drops of death once and for all. It will take several weeks (maybe months to perfect - most likely around what we call ‘summertime’) and so for now, join me as I grit my teeth, brace for May and say, audibly to be heard by all the rain that falls around me, “all HAIL the rain” (see what I did there?), “I embrace your fury”.
Posted on 5th February 2016 : permalink