April Showers

It's been pretty dry here lately -no rain for weeks. When I raked the lawn the other day it sent up an enormous cloud of fine dust. It's unheard of to have a drought in April - of all months! 

So late this afternoon whilst sewing in the shed, I heard a welcoming soft, repetitive sound on the roof tiles.
Off went the radio, the doors were flung wide open and I sat, watched and listened.

The whole feel, smell and sound of the garden changed within minutes.

 Slowly silenty, little rivulets of water cascaded down the window pane and drip, drip dropped with a satisfying plop into the half-empty pond below my window.

Then out came the camera...

I didn't have the heart to sweep away these miniature reservoirs on the table.

Pebbles and shells look even more beautiful when thoroughly drenched.

 Globules of molten glass bejewel the greenest of leaves. 

  

And the garden sighed audibly with relief.