The clouds slowly gathered; by teatime, the sky was growing dark. The first rumble of thunder grumbled in the distance, and was soon followed by the tinkle of rain drops. Before long the thunder crashed closer to home, and a cloudburst was drumming the roof, bubbling in the pond, seething on the lawn and gurgling down the gutter. Hard to believe that I could ever miss the sound of rain, but it’s been weeks since I’ve heard the song of a decent downpour.