It’s raining and I just came back from a lovely walk. Very little wind to make the drops angle or to challenge my umbrella. I love the sound of the rain on the sand. How to describe it . . . a sparkling shushing. More of a sensation than a sound.
The narrow beach path now a stream, miniature torrents and rapids, waterfalls and pools. The wonderful fragrance of wet green things, of fireplaces lit to warm and cheer. The calming quietness that gentle showers gift us. Something to be out in. Something to be part of.