Last week I was lured outdoors, camera in hand, by the rumbling of thunder. Thunder? We haven’t heard that sound for months! The engrailed edges of the cloud against the bright blue sky couldn’t be the source.
The darkened sky above the fig tree looked more promising.
A strong wind bent the branches of the trees and sent leaves scurrying down to carpet the bare lawn.
Such dramatic scenes covered the sky.
The clouds boiled and grew.
Then the sun came out without a drop of rain falling to the ground. It was now nearly two weeks since we had received our first rain for months. The disappointment was palpable. Last night, quietly and without any fanfare or drama, the heavens opened its fine muslin cover and allowed 20 mm of rain to float down softly, almost silently, to leave sparkling drops of water on the leaves.
To laugh at our swimming pool wrapped up to preserve the water within.
To make splashes in the bird baths.
And to wet the old stone steps.
It is still raining very softly, very softly indeed. It is RAINING!
Rain, any rain is welcome here at any time for we remain in dire need of water to fill our dams and provide sustenance for the veld and garden plants. I was waiting in the car-park outside our local supermarket when a light shower of rain appeared as if from nowhere.
It rained a little more.
The sun was shining by the time I got home ten minutes later!
The glory of Earth Day is that we are experiencing light drizzle in this parched area of the earth:
It rained a little one afternoon last week. Not enough to sink into the ground, but enough to change an ordinary view into something different.
It rained enough to make people walk a little faster across the car park, but not enough to sink into the ground – or green the grass, or perk up the plants for long.
It rained enough to clear the air, to create a freshness that has been absent for a long time. It rained enough to lift our spirits and to hope for more.
No laundry today, instead the wash line is catching raindrops.
Raindrops are falling from the roof of the shed onto the last remaining strawberry plants below – drip irrigation.
Raindrops are decorating the aloe leaves.
They are dripping from the lemon tree.
Raindrops are clinging to an elm tree waiting to burst into leaf.
This might be the coldest day we have experienced for a long time, but it is the happiest. Some rain has arrived at last, a gift for us all.