“Het regent, het regent, de pannetjes worden nat
Er kwamen twee boerinnetjes
Die vielen op hun kinnetjes
Het regent, het regent, de pannetjes worden nat.”
It’s a Flemish song that we used to sing when we were kids and it was pouring. It is about 2 farmers who fall flat on their faces because it is so slippery due to the rain.
This week reminds me of the song. I feel like the farmer in the song. Every time it rains, there are immense puddles on the ground. And when you don’t pay attention for a second, – SPLASH – some water splashes against your feet and legs.
A student who is originally from Eastern Canada, told me that she doesn’t like it when people from Vancouver complain about the rain. “This weather is totally fine, it’s not even that cold!” I immediately thought: Damn, I’ll better keep my mouth shut. Because to be really honest, I’m not a big fan of the rain. When it rains in Belgium, I get all grumpy and I thought it already rained so much over there! Oh my god. But maybe, after two more months, I’ll see the charms of the rain. 😉