Last night I lay in my bed listening to the rain and the wind lashing and buffeting the house , making the tiles jump and chatter on the roof - sleep deserted me . This morning I looked out through tear streaked windows and watched pearl droplets increasing in size and momentum as they coursed erratically down the panes . As I stood there I felt the cold embrace of the insidious cloak of melancholy as it began to wrap itself around me . Down our road came a mother , head bowed against the wind and rain pushing a pushchair with her small school bound daughter who was dressed in a daffodil yellow raincoat with pillar box red wellingtons . She jumped in all the puddles with obvious delight , sending up mini cascades of water in every direction . Her mother laughed at her daughter's innocent pleasure and her little brother waved his chubby arms in frustration at not being able to join in . I turned away and the cloak slipped away as silently as it had come .
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