And then it finally did...

I was instantly awake. Smiling. 

To anyone who knows me, this will sound like, well … very unlike me. It is after all a well established fact that I am not a morning person. Let's just say that I make the transition between sleep and consciousness with some difficulty every morning, except on days like these.

It was darker than it should be and I could hear the soft patter of raindrops on the roof…yes, finally, the first rain of summer. Soft, ground penetrating, get-the-winter-dust-off-everything rain. When I opened the curtains, I knew that the rain would continue during the day – sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but somehow, gloriously, never quite stopping. Big smile.

I have always enjoyed rainy days, because apart from the cosiness (wanting to curl up with a book and coffee somewhere), I also experience great promise. Almost as if anything is possible on a rainy day. [* contented sigh*]

Without further ado then, a few of my first-rainy-day-of-the-season photos. Permit me to say that it is not that easy to ‘freeze’ raindrops, so make deductions from the general wetness portrayed. Also, quite surprising this sprummer (not sure whether it is actually spring or summer), is the cold weather accompanying the rain. Ah well, easy enough to don a jacket and savour the day! 



It is actually raining... (refer to the disclaimer above)

Let's play "find the indentations indicating the raindrops" (HINT: there are two...)

Love it!

 

Sunday, 19 October 2013, Centurion.