Not once but twice. On waking I appreciated it had been raining a little not long before. It rains so rarely you tend to forget the tell-tale signs but there were some. We went for a walk.
Actually nothing looks lush at all (though if you could see the more uberpixelled version of these pictures you'd see everything glistening) but tomorrow might be different. It greens up very quickly when it's incentivated.
Charlie and Millie were in their element, and everything smelt totally different apparently: as though it were wet, I suppose.
If I were a poet, I'd somehow convey a cyclist dispersing some crows and magpies that had just been hanging around making crow (not magpie) noises en bloc. But I'm not. However, I have a blurry photo of it.
I'm sort of optimistically envisaging that some remarkable transformation is about to take place.