“Rain” says the forecast on my computer’s toolbar for today. Not yet though.
We had a little hot rain last night. For a while the air was thick with that humid petrichor of earth and steaming tarmac. It didn’t really come to much.
It’s still warm out there. The sky is overcast, like a stuffy grey blanket. It’s bright, but there aren’t any patches of blue that I can see. I’ve got Lightning Maps running in the background too - just in case the thunderstorm currently clustering on the south coast makes its way up country.
The air’s still - really still. You can hear everything down the street today. In fact the postman just heard me absent-mindedly singing, ‘It was an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini’ at my computer, through the open window. Embarrassing. I don’t even know why I was doing that.
“Nice,” he beamed up. I just waved back. The letters clunked through the letterbox.
I hope it does rain. Sammy says we need ‘little and long rain’ over the next few weeks to get the thirsty earth used to it again. It’s likely, she says, that a downpour would just run straight off the cracked soil and cause floods everywhere. So far though, neither type has made an appearance today.
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