It's raining. This is a very big deal, because
→[More:] it hasn't rained here since
April.
Crosbie the dog wasn't keen on going for a walk, but once I coaxed him outside his nose lit up, metaphorically speaking, and he started wriggling and digging and snuffling around. All the scents in the air are back: cedar, rosemary, eucalyptus, various artemisias, and a faint tang of citrus. Also woodsmoke.
I'm listening to the sounds: raindrops landing on grass, leaves, pavement, tarps; drips falling from metal awnings and gutters.
I appreciate sunshine as much as anyone, but after months of it on end, unbroken, this is just lovely.