Perhaps it’s my age, but there’s something about drying washing outdoors that has a feel good factor! Another line of washing today – rescued just in time from a heavy shower. As I was desperately grabbing pegs & clothes I could smell the rain. It’s been humid today & the rain dispelled that aroma of dampness hitting the dry paving beneath my feet.

I managed to scoop up the washing – just in time. The sky turned an inky blue & the rain grew heavier. I stood watching, thankful I was home, dry & that my washing was likewise! Despite the sun shining rain continued to fall. The water butt gurgled & popped as it struggled to digest the torrent of water bubbling down.

And then I heard him. The most melodic song. I knew instantly it was a blackbird. I guessed it was the male bird that has been in the garden over the past few days. I couldn’t see him, but I loved how he sang despite the rain. Giving thanks in song for the rain bringing refreshment.

There was a faint outline of a rainbow & the distant hill disappeared from view as the rainstorm developed & thunder rumbled round. Now my blackbird shouted – that scolding, warning sound that blackbirds use.

I watched the raindrops fall on my garden, pounding down heavily on my gorgeous Munstead rose bloom. Leaves heavy with moisture, yet sunlight creates a translucent effect. I imagine the snails will be rejoicing & planning an outing tonight!