Standing on the back step, underneath an umbrella, mug in hand watching the rain. It was a beautiful scene. The wooden garden furniture had taken on a different hue. In the rain the wooden seat seemed to glow as it was washed by the rain.
The rain drops were dancing on the glass table, making a dance as they tapped their way along to the edge. A bucket had been placed strategically to catch the encore of the dance.
Looking up at the seomra or man shed a spider’s web glistened in the early morning light. The gossamer web was bejewelled with drops of rain. There was magic all around as this suburban garden was dressed by the rain.
The air smelt so differently. It was so fresh and clear. It was as if the rain has rejuvenated everything. There was a richness abounding this oasis.
It reminded me of a blog post I read recently written by Honey Barapatre which talked of being rich https://inspireart.in/2018/07/15/being-rich/.
I realised that this morning I was so rich with the sights, sounds and smells brought by this shower of rain. I have always loved the rain but perhaps because of the long hot dry summer which Ireland has been experiencing this shower of rain was even more special.