Last evening we watched as the clouds rolled in until nothing was discernible but a wall of rain that looked as if were escaping some unseen tormentor. Water  cascaded from the roof, streamed down the path, until at last as if it had exhausted itself; a patch of blue opened over the distant island.

Drawing back the curtains this morning, opened the view to grey skies and rainbows before the sun broke through and blue skies returned. The little stream, quiet for so long, now roars past the garden throwing up bundles of foam as it rages its way to the sea. The rain washed garden, vibrant with colour, cool and refreshed. Butterflies warm themselves on the stones. Today I must empty the water trays rather than fill them…

 

 

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