Steady rain falling on our rooftop is such a beautiful noise. Even more so when one wakes up to that sound at the beginning of a new day. It feels a luxury to lie quietly, eyes still closed, and just listen to the sound of nature's tears washing the world anew.
A day of rain offers up certainties and possibilities. Among them, the certainty of much talk about the weather and checking of radar for approaching showers. The certainty of water for the garden and water in the tanks. The possibility of walking and playing in the rain, umbrellas and gumboots or no umbrellas and gumboots. And, of course, the possibility of a rainbow when the sun comes out again. So it was on a day when rain was forecast and fell.
My boy's rain gauge, made from a recycled bottle, ready to catch raindrops.
A wet and somewhat shaggy Sir Steve dog after a walk in the rain with us.
(He was the least wet of the three of us!)
Our little water tank is full after the rain.
(So is our big tank but it's not as photogenic as this one:)
A hand-dyed rainbow on my knitting needles .
(The closest thing to a real rainbow today.)
Have you had rain at your place of late? Did you happen to glance a rainbow?