We’ve woken up to a dull and dismal day here, but it made me think back to the trip we did to Doubtful Sound (and area of fjordland full of verdant rainforest) when we were in New Zealand. Rain is pretty much par for the course there, and without the rain there wouldn’t be the clouds, and the sight of those layers of clouds clinging to the mountains as we sailed through the fjord was breathtakingly beautiful. It gave you a sense of being absorbed into the landscape, with a powerful sense of stillness and peace on such a grand scale.
So whenever it rains here, I’m going to try to remember the beauty and drama of those grey skies, and the serenity that they invoked.
Leave a Reply