I have a somewhat combative relationship with the forces of nature, a sort of love-hate thing involving shouting and swearing when the wind makes my ride to work difficult, and expressions of admiration and love whenever the days are sunny and fine.
Personally, I don’t see any problem with this, it’s all part of my tendency to anthropomorphise – something I’m sure everyone does to a certain extent – and talk to inanimate objects, animals, plants and abstract concepts. I suppose it is strange behaviour for someone who doesn’t believe in gods… well, strange behaviour generally, but there you go, I can be a little unusual.
Today was particularly shouty because, despite it being the middle of the summer, it rained like fuck until lunchtime, wetting me thoroughly, until the sun came out around twelve-ish and danced about in the sky, mocking me.
