Three Days Of Rain

It feels like we have just had three days of rain. Soaked through, I can almost feel the dampness begin to penetrate underneath my skin. Nasty November leaves the room and a large puddle behind him. Grey clouds, absentee sun, rainbow umbrella providing the only shelter from the storm. As we enter December, we are hopefully saved by coloured lights, bright garish tinsel trees and chestnuts that roast and sing over open fires.
Can cliche keep us all warm?
A credit crunch Christmas looms as we try to assure ourselves that December will be magic again. Soggy paper chains link us. Loop by loop by loop.
But it occurs to me that we need these up and coming festivities. We need the parcels, pies, puddings and wine. We need the colour, we need the fire, we need the warm.
We need each other.
We need to celebrate and keep the wet cold fingers of the rain at a distance.
Hand by hand by hand.