singing in the rain

We’ve just finished supper when I hear the first rumbles.  Thunder - not digestion.  We quickly get the covers on the seating and then sit on the step and wait.  The breeze is so welcome after the heat of the afternoon.  

Annie feels something on her head.  The drops are huge - the size of 10p coins.  “Come on” she says and breaks into Singing in the Rain.

We dance round our wee garden, thankful that we’re not overlooked.