The day before yesterday I awoke early (5 am early) and the house was quiet (this is rare). An Opportunity , a gift ,and to be seized , sharpish.Hotfooted it downstairs ,in search of Coffee and Garden ,cats wending in and out of step downing, cat dodging legs.
RAIN could be heard and sensed before the kitchen curtains were opened and I saw it : Rain .Yay ! Shout louder – RAIN ! Hallellujah ! RAIN , after days of searing ,sun- beat- down heat that had left vegetable bed earth dry and brittle and courgettes tongue-out thirsty.
Venturing out, yanking open the back door – it’s that kind of a house, doors often require yanking – how much yanking can depend upon the time of year (humidity levels). Outside .Soggy slippers and soaked edge trailing ‘jama bottoms step down the garden over wet shiny ruabon tiles . Garden Rain Walking : A baptism with the elements,an explosion of water fireworks, a shower of waterfalls ,an olfactory wet earth overload, a sensory orgy of life.
I tried to sit under canvas but could not stay still : D
I took some photographs .
But this was my favourite . Cats , under canvas , scowling at the rain. Cats channelling Queen Victoria .
We Are NOT Amused.
Rain. I don’t think that they like it.