A clap of thunder just tore through my quiet this morning followed by the irregular, staccato beat of a dozen heavy raindrops clattering on my rooftop. Moments later the clouds unleashed an assault of such ferocity that I ran to the balcony to witness what I thought would surely be the end of the world as we know it. Excessive rain. Major thunderstorm.
It’s raining. It’s pouring. It’s still warm though. I sat on my comfy day bed on my beautiful (and 10 weeks later finally completed) balcony and watch the storm pounding the village around me. I am glad to see the rain too but my reason is a little more selfish. I love the sound of rain. I love the smell of rain as it clears away the dust. I particularly love the smell of rain here as it lands on the mint crop across from my house. The scent of mint wafts up to the balcony and makes everything smell of toothpaste minty freshness.
I sit with my cup of tea and my Hurley Dog sleeping next to me and enjoy the sounds and smell. My Hurley Dog is dreaming I think because he growled in his sleep. Maybe he is having a nightmare about the rain. My love is his hate because when it rains it gets muddy – really, really muddy – and this means baths, lots of baths.