I love getting caught in the rain, don’t you? The wind driven kind that renders your umbrella obsolete. Squalls that result in straggly hair, running mascara, clinging shirts, squelchy shoes. Downpours that inspire an urge to jump in puddles, splash along gutters, swing from lamp posts singing; well I don’t quite go that far (unless fuelled with fortification). But I do lift my face to capture raindrops on my tongue, pause to inhale the earthy fragrance of damp soil, wet Tarmac, the essence of ozone. Mindfulness, being in the moment, call it what you will, just one of life’s little indulgences.