We've just had a mini deluge here. I woke up late, 9.27am according to the bedside clock, and there was sunshine and blue skies.
A few clouds here and there.
I turned on the computer, made hot coffee and a hot water bottle to rest against my aching back and sat in my chair to read blogs.
Angel curled up close to the keyboard so I moved it over close to the wall, so of course he spread out so he could still touch the edge of it, then he suddenly got up and sat at the other end of the table, staring out the door.
A couple of seconds later I heard rain so heavy I thought it was hail; I walked over and looked out the door.
Nope, just rain. Bucketing down, but just water. Fine with me, I like rain.
I came back and finished my final reply to the previous post and just before I started this one, the rain stopped.
I'm disappointed. I want more rain.
Rain means not going out anywhere unless you absolutely have to.
Rain means forget about doing the washing, it won't dry anyway.
(yes, I have a dryer, but it's a noisy thing and my flat is small, I don't want to listen to it if I don't have to. I have more undies and t-shirts in the drawer, I don't need to wash.)
Rain means the garden will get a drink without me standing out there with the hose.
Rain means curling up with a good book, or a good TV show.
Rain means time in the kitchen, cooking up yummy cold weather foods.
Rain means no more sweltering heat, at least for a while.
The sky outside is still grey, but the wind has dropped to barely perceptible :(
I prefer the blustery gusts we were getting just before the rain.
I'm having a pyjama day :)