This morning I was awakened by a strange noise. The noise of dripping water.
First I thought of the smelting snow on the roof but that noise sounded differently. More like many tiny drops of water everywhere. Like precipitation of liquified snow, what do you call it …?
Ah yes, “rain”. It is called rain.
Of course I still know the word for rain but it was a long time ago that I experienced it, at least at home. I tried to remember the last rainfalls I witnessed.
- 2 March (Domen between Vardø and Kiberg) – a short and light rain shower (temperature: -6 °C!)
- 1 March (between Varangerbotn and Vadsø) – plus temperatures and rainy weather.
But last year then?
- 29 or 30 December (Bremen) – that’s Northern Germany, far away in the south. That doesn’t count.
- 20 December (Skelleftehamn) – that’s the last rain at home I remember.
Exactly four months ago! The rest was snow. That’s the winter how I like it!
Since I consider blog articles without images as boring, I added an upside down image of Skellefteå today.