Heavy rain brings quiet mornings.
Snakes of pine needles on the path show where water flowed in the night.
Poppies are slow to open in the cool hours and there is time to watch them shrugging off their sepals to expose their dark hearts to the hungry bees.
Droplets cling to the folds of lady’s mantle leaves – the name from the shape of the folds in the Virgin Mary’s cloak.
And the birds: such a rich waterfall of music from the birds, as they take the cloudy day for dawn and sing each fresh washed note over and over again.