Bang, bang...bang. I awoke with the wind roaring over the edge of the escarpment at 2h37am. The blinds were clattering and the doors banging. Stumbling around the house closing doors and windows, I wondered whether the first rainstorm of the season was coming.
Currently we’re living in a tinderbox after the harsh, dry winter. Everything, except my lemon trees, are a tawny lion colour. I’m having to use the sprinklers in the garden every second day, or lose the seeds that have been planted, as well as the new shoots.
Getting back into bed I pulled the covers over my head savouring the scent of rain on the air, and let sleep take me back home.
It’s overcast today, but still the rain has not come. But I trust.