Yesterday a cool breeze came calling at the end of a sweltering day.
The first heavy drops fell.
More, and then more. They began pattering upon the roof and we all smiled with relief, energy, vivacity, good-temper returning.
Coolness and darkness descended as one.
And I am so very glad for the heat to be gone. For the joy of the soft falling rain.
Today has been such a gentle grey day, full of rain showers. My garden has thankfully soaked it up and I have admired raindrops on roses and caught upon leaves.
After a week of rush and worry and preparations it has been so lovely just to listen to the rain, to breath deep of moist earth (say it, petrichor) and the scent of wet grass.
This week I'm joining with Maxabella and 52 Weeks of Grateful to give thanks for rain and for the joy of all green and growing things.