There was a little bit of rain here yesterday. (Yeah – just a tad!) Late in the afternoon the heavens opened and it thundered and pelted down for forty odd minutes. We’ve had very little rain here this year – so it caused a bit of a stir. Warnings flashed up on my Facebook feed about large hail and flooding as the dark clouds gathered above us. (Lucky for me I got the washing on off the line minutes before it started – always a reason to celebrate.)
The poor old dogs live on our back decking and their kennels got totally flooded out as the gutters overflowed with cascading waterfalls of rain. They sat hunched up in the corner of their house with frightened eyes waiting for the onslaught to stop. Poor wet puppy dogs – never a good look on the hound front.
The girls and I watched out the window as magpies were forced to land and sit forlornly on the ground unable to fly against the force of the rain fall. Can’t have been much fun for them being pelted without shelter. As it grew heavier and heavier the girls ventured out onto the decking to experience the assault on their senses from the mammoth thumping sound and the site of water splattering absolutely everywhere.
But then the rain passed as the thunder started to recede, sounding more and more distant. The birds came out and the usual warbling began again. The dogs ventured out from their kennel and started to sniff the ground in anticipation of all of the new wet smells. Heavy rain had washed away the summer dust and freshness was everywhere. The smell of water on parched ground – is there anything more intoxicating? Sometimes a good storm is exactly what you need in life.
Hows the weather at your place?