There's a backlog of posts waiting to see if I could find the right images to go with them. Some of them fully written, some half-formed.
But after a quiet evening and another chaotic week, I was sitting here listening to the complaining cat and the sound of the rain.
The blessed, blessed rain. Tonight is a quiet rain, loud enough to be heard, not a torrential downpour. So much more is needed to really break the drought, but oh, to hear the raindrops fall is a joy.