Pamela Norris
Fragility of Happiness
On a humid afternoon in the Auvergne, two adults discuss the prospects for a downpour. Rebecca says she likes summer rain. A small girl, Thea, thoughtfully points out, ‘I like the rain before it falls.’ Rosamond, the second adult, is quick to correct her. ‘Before it falls, it isn’t really rain. It’s just moisture, really. Moisture in the clouds.’ Thea is unperturbed. ‘That’s why it’s my favourite,’ she tells Rosamond. ‘Something can still make you happy, can’t it, even if it isn’t real?’
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