We spent ten rain-soaked days in Ireland in August of 2015. Occasionally the sun would peak through, giving us brief moments of hope, only to retreat behind the clouds again. By the time we got to Killarney we were pretty sick of the gloom. But somehow the rain gave this view of the Paps Mountains and Lough Lein a more haunting and mystical feel. So we ordered a bottle of wine and simply enjoyed the magic.