During some springs I dread the rain. These are the springs of drizzle. We get the same amount of rain as other years, but it comes slowly day by day. The sun never greets us in the morning and we don’t see the beautiful sunsets. At these times I pray for the elusive sunny day.
This spring has been the opposite. We have had rain, though it hasn’t come with a whimper but with a bang – sometimes very loudly. Occasionally the thunder has been more prevalent than actual rain and the wind has been destructive at times.
Today we are getting a more typical spring rain. It is gentle and kind to the garden. There is the occasional bowed flower head, but no seedlings are being beaten into submission, just life giving rain. I always think the garden looks so beautiful during the rain. Lines of water drip from the leaves and petals. The plants seem happy but quiet.