Then the rains came

After weeks of waiting and moaning about the lack of rain, last night the clouds piled in ,the temperature dropped and the tiles above the bedroom started reverberating to the patter of precipitation. So begins the moaning about the grey skies, the clouds, the wet logs and the soggy moss. However the garden loves it, the grass is showing off its green ness, the earth is binge drinking and the streams are trickling with a film of moisture. Not enough but it is a start.

At seven o'clock in the morning the security light produced a pretty show on the windows of the car, this'll do for today, methinks.