Five minutes ago I was baking in my chair reading Monty Don's 'Gardening at Longmeadow' and I felt the first droplets of rain. Since then it has moved on considerably with really wet rain, a swirling wind and a truculent and wet kitty.
I wasn't surprised by this damp development, as the weather forecast did say light rain. As you can see from the photo above, I have left the kitchen door open and have parked myself with laptop at the kitchen table. Many poets have rhapsodised about summer rain and we all know the smell, not always pleasant but instantly evocative. It's all caused by the most simple and obvious of events, where cool water falls on warm earth and like many things the most prosaic is the most deserving of notice. Throughout the years of human existence many people have looked out of their home at the rain and smelt that memorable seeping scent. That is a thought both inspiring and grounding at the same time.
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