Dear Editor:
I never thought I’d say it. Really, I didn’t! But I quite enjoyed last weekend’s rain.
Gone were the gangs of motorcyclists who think swapping their La-Z-Boys for a Harley and treating us all to the sound of their enhanced “mufflers” is a way to enjoy the countryside. Gone were the Spandex-clad cyclists who sweep through the neighbourhood shouting tales of their two-wheeled exploits and how the latest leg waxing techniques have shaved seconds off their personal bests. And gone were the sports car aficionados who seem to feel that wealth entitles them to rev those motors and tear up the residential speed limits at any time of the day.
There have been times lately when it seemed that we had lost one of the simple joys of life on the North Shore: the pleasure of a quiet and peaceful neighborhood.
And then the rain came back. And we had a day where you could listen to the rain on the roof, the wind in the trees and the long forgotten birdsong.
I never thought I’d say it but I rather enjoyed the rain.
Tony Swiecicki
Marine Drive
West Vancouver
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