It’s been raining almost 24 hours! It’s a beautiful, gentle, soaking rain, and already the soil is damp to a few centimetres deep.
In this picture, you can see some remaining damage from the searing heat my poor garden had to endure a few weeks back. The burnt patches on the leaves, which are particularly visible centre and top right, look particularly painful among the raindrops:
To me, rain means renewal, refreshment, and an opportunity for growth. I always find the first “good rain” of the year exciting. (To me, a “good rain” is slow and steady, gently replenishing the earth, as opposed to heavy, eroding and otherwise potentially harmful.)
This week is an exciting week, because I made a big decision – to leave the DBT group I’d been part of for a few months. I want to talk about that decision in detail another time, because I have a lot to say about it, but it seems timely that the rain should start falling during this week, when my life is being cleansed of something which was not helping me to flourish.
In the meantime, I’ll finish breakfast and enjoy the sound of raindrops on the roof.