Poor wet pigeon

Taken through my kitchen window, as I didn’t want to be a poor wet blipper. It’s actually raining pretty hard, but the main wetness was around its neck and on its head. It was the first significant rain for many weeks, through the night and during the early morning. 
I spent the morning at Fareshare, at points the rain was so heavy it was drumming loudly and intensely on the warehouse roof. There was a Volunteer Week party at lunchtime - thank you cards and lovely food in the kitchen (it would have been in the park if it hadn’t been raining). I went to the Oxfam shop in the afternoon, and powered through a huge number of donations, and refreshed the fiction shelves. I couldn’t resist buying a book - ‘Dottie’ by Abdulrazak Gurnah, who came to London as a young asylum seeker from Zanzibar in the 1960s, now a winner of the Nobel prize for literature. I hadn’t heard of him til he was on Desert Island Discs a couple of weeks ago. I think it’s going to be good. 
When I got back from the Oxfam shop - about 5.30 - not only was the pavement completely dry, but also the soil, as if it had never rained:(