For the several months of summer, and autumn, we dream of rain. Sadly it seldom falls during those months, unless a storm passes through breaking branches from trees, or worse, uprooting trees, and tossing any item not tied down across the landscape.
The rain has taken longer to arrive in the west this year, although it appears to have taken up permanent residence 'over east'.
The flower plants that had come to a complete standstill spurted ahead after an overhead shower ... not so gentle rain falling from the heavens. The first couple of days saw them drink and grow, now flowers have appeared and the show of colour was worth waiting for. I tried, unsuccessfully to grow salvia in New Zealand; it was too cold. The bright cheery colour adds a certain something to a winters day.
The word cacophony I know in a intellectual manner; since the rains have arrived I know that word in its entirety. Frogs! All day and all night there is a chorus of frog noises. I have no idea how many species of frogs there are in the vicinity, but from the sounds echoing around the neighbourhood I would guess at least four. Some are high pitched, some almost musical, some raucous, and mixed together they sound like a brass band warming up their instruments and all reading from a different page of music.
Thankfully the snakes are asleep ... 'tis too cold for them! Perhaps the frog population may increase while they have the opportunity?
Only the ants make attempts to keep the damp out building high walls around their 'castles'. Their labours are a certain sign of impending rain.
If you look closely you will spy an ant heading 'downstairs'.