After so much drought and heat, the sky changed and turned a soft grey.
I woke to a light mist and less heat but the humidity was still high.
Then it came, that glorious pitter patter sound, although the ground was so hot, nothing seemed to wet it just evaporated as quickly as it fell.
But it kept going and although it won't have penetrated very far, perhaps a few centimetres at most into this parched ground, at least the birds have had a shower, can find water more easily and perhaps recovered from the intense heat they've endured recently.
I got back from the hospital; the garden still doesn't have that wet earth smell but the trays under the pots are full; I won't be watering today.