The most amazing thing happend this morning. We had just finished breakfast, when we looked outside and saw a very fine drizzle come down. I opened the door immediately, the smell was intoxicating.
After a short while, the drizzle stopped. But a half hour later, we heard drops of rain on the skylights, and soon after, the toc-toc-toc of water coming down the rain gutters.
Another half hour later, it was all over. But still, you could see water on the ground!
I'm not sure how rare rain in August is, but it's pretty rare. I believe we had rain in August the last time 12 years ago. We laugh at guests who bring a raincoat or umrella for a summer visit.
But there it was! So I grabbed the camera and went outside for a bit.
Some of the plants usually can't be photographed with real rain. The Camelia blooms in July; today I could catch the last blossom with drops of rain. The first batch of poppies, large, bright orange, green leaves, often gets spring rain. But this second (or third?) batch has gray leaves and much smaller flowers. I just loved the rain on the petals! The sedum might get hosed down once or twice in its life, but it rarely sees rain as the buds are coming out.
I'd almost killed the Albutilon, not enough water and diseases carried by ants, so I was especially happy to see the raindrops on the large, green leaves.
The redwood sorrel had also seen more sun than it likes, and the gift from above was very welcome.
The leaves of the pitcher sage are a bit fuzzy and sticky; the rain looks so different on a plant like that.
Of course, the surprise from the skies was over very quickly, it probably did not even count as measurable percipitation. But all the plants have measured it, I'm sure, and I myself felt happy just remembering the drops on the flowers and the smell of the rain for the rest of the day.