I smile when it rains.
Sometimes I do a little excited dance or I look up and say “what a horrible day!” with a HUGE smile on my face.
I really do love my job, but because it is so weather-dependent I tend to overwork myself when the sun shines; or even if the sun is hiding away behind clouds. As long as it isn’t raining, I’m busking.
Even when I cut myself some slack and take a day off, I spend that whole day looking at the sunny sky and wondering what the Southbank is doing right now, like a love-sick fool!
I feel like I’m missing out if I’m not there; that I’m losing potential new fans and friends by the minute. Or old fans will go looking, and when I’m not there in my usual spot they’ll take my CDs that they once loved and throw them into the Thames. (It’s funny where your mind goes when you’re imagining the worst possible scenarios…!)
But sometimes, a beautiful thing happens; I wake up in the morning to the pitter patter of rain on my window. And I feel my whole body relax, every muscle takes a big sigh of relief. I pick up a book from my nightstand and read a few chapters, or I snuggle back down in the covers and go back to sleep.
And you’d be surprised how much it DOESN’T rain. Take it from someone who only gets a day off when it does. Imagine your weekend depended on bad weather, and if the sun shone you’d have to say to your friends: “Sorry guys, I can’t meet you for coffee today, its sunny”.
So next time you look out of your window at a classic grey London day, before you sigh at this country’s terrible luck when it comes to the weather, take a moment and smile for me, cosy in bed.
Charlotte has the day off today.