Rain, I want to go to Spain

In the last 24 hours, the bracken has gone from a rich bronze blanket to a hillside of dead and drookit stalks. The hailstones and torrential rain have been hard at it.
If I could have posted a sound blip today it would have been the roar of burns in torrent, hardly a bird to be heard, and just one very damp pheasant to be seen.
For a moment the sun shone through and there was blue sky between the trees. No need to look out the SPF 30, but a break in the rain was very welcome.