After months of no rain, at least none more than a few muddy splatterings unworthy of mention…after all this time, we were blessed with rain during the night.
The neighbourhood was silent except for the sound of the welcome soft pitter-patter of raindrops on hard surfaces, washing away the dust.
It was an amicable union of earth and rain, with earth seeming to sigh audibly, releasing satisfying tones that filled the air with peace and harmony.
Rain brings innate joy and this morning, the birds in the tiny crevices in the walls of my house scurry merrily and make delightful chirping supplications to gaia.
