G.K. Chesterton: The Romantic in the Rain

It's our first day of winter and it's raining for the first time in a while.

 

But the scheme of rain in itself is one of an enormous purification. It realises the dream of some insane hygienist: it scrubs the sky. 

Its giant brooms and mops seem to reach the starry rafters and Starless corners of the cosmos; it is a cosmic spring cleaning.

While it decreases light, yet it doubles it. If it dims the sky, it brightens the earth.

For indeed this is one of the real beauties of rainy weather, that while the amount of original and direct light is commonly lessened, the number of things that reflect light is unquestionably increased. 

The Romantic in the Rain