Sufficiently novel for me to open the front door and look outside, to see if my ears were deceiving me. No, it was real rain, the straight up and down kind that is not too wild, just determinedly headed for the ground. There were a couple of flashes of lightening with well-spaced thunder. I was grateful that my, now-deaf dog, no longer fears what she can't hear.
The Gibbous moon was crystal bright through some torn-cobweb clouds as the storm cell moved on, after twenty minutes or so.
There must be a whole new generation of furry and feathered creatures who were looking to their mothers for an explanation about wet stuff last night. We normally would have remained dry until October.
The moisture will produce green shoots in a day or two and the young fawns will have an unusual treat amongst the dry golden hills.
This morning was wonderful. The world is newly washed and the loamy dampness in the air was reminiscent of England.