Last night I was awakened by flashing lightning and the boom of thunder. And then it rained! We've so needed this late soaking, as the hillsides are already going dry.
In the morning, wearing my fluffy red bathrobe, holding a coffee mug, and trailed by various dog and cat folk, I took a rather soggy stroll through the gardens. The air was soft and smelled deliciously of wet leaves, earth and sun-warmed flowers.
Half an hour later, Bruce had a breakfast omelette in the pan and the cribbage board ready. I, with a soaked bathrobe hem, and several cats with wet paws came enthusiastically inside and tucked in.