about some violets

and a bit of rain

I was woken from my slumbers a few nights ago by heavy drumming on the roof. Bleary-eyed, I wondered what on earth was going on…the sound was far too consistent to be the footsteps of partying possums making their ways back to their dreys in the small hours. Then I twigged.

It was actually properly raining. A sound I had almost forgotten.

Not just the ge…