Since the start of our Easter holidays, the weather, wherever we’ve been – be that Birmingham, Wales, Minehead, Cheltenham or Sheffield- has been wonderful. The sky has been blue, the sun warm and casting a beautiful summery light on everything.
Yesterday, after weeks of brilliant sunshine, the heat began to give way to rainclouds, heavy with water. The sunshine managed to hold its own until it disappeared over the horizon, and that was when the rain began to fall.
As I walked through the passageway between houses, to get to our front door, I could feel the humidity pressing in around me, and as I came out into the yard, the air was heavy, expectant for the rain. I had just made my way up the stairs to our flat and opened the door as the droplets started to fall. they were occasional and heavy, great splodges on the ground. Then they increased, until they were hammering against the windows and roof, clouding the view.
The rain continued all night- at least after I went to sleep, anyway! The sound of the raindrops splashing on the skylight was quite a relaxing sound, although it was still so humid that the skylight had to be left open a crack, to let some of the freshness in.
Now there are still a few pools of water left here and there, but the sun is back again. The air is refreshed, the greenery watered and growing. In fact, I saw a little bird, on the top of a flat building roof, splashing around in the water, having a wash. It was there for a good five minutes or so, after I spotted it, and looked like it was enjoying the fresh water.
I love summer rain. The sound is soothing; it’s nothing like the dismal grey skies and bitter wind that come with winter rain. Summer rain is warm, welcome and refreshing.
I think we all (at least, I do) have times when we need the rain, need to be refreshed and renewed. Although the sun is lovely, and the busy things we do thoroughly enjoyable, it’s good to have a break and remember why you love the sunshine so much!