After weeks of glorious sunshine, with days spent languishing lazily on the sun lounger - in between minor bouts of minimal mummy-jobs - yesterday dawned with dull, grey clouds and the pitter-patter of insistent raindrops.
I listen to the gushing rain falling all around then promptly declare today a 'screen-day', to such delight that sees me smothered in massive, animated and purposely exaggerated teenage hugs.
Nothing for it but to join in and swap my sun lounger for comfy couch, to lay with my page-turner of a book, listening to the entrancing sound of musical raindrops.
I listen as it pings and bounces off garden pots and picnic tables and hear the tympanic resonations as it pounds ours and our neighbours slated and corrugated shed roofs.
I absorb the sound of the rain rebounding off the glass wall that is my patio door and the skylight windows above me - my windows to many sky delights.
Beyond the majestic, green tree-tops that rise behind our garden, a lone horse can be heard neighing - whether in delight or dissent one cannot be entirely sure.
I watch silently as the rain hits the ground outside, almost springing back up before it finally forms swirl puddles in any nook it finds.
I imagine that the grass looks greener with every raindrop that falls on each parched blade and can almost see the plants spring back with renewed energy that had been drained by the sun.
I watch our poor, almost dessicated tomato plants that adore the sun but also require watering and hope that this rainfall will re-energise and help it's flowering buds to crop.
It is a pleasant day despite because of the rain as we all relax in our own peaceful way......
I remain in my cocoon on one end of the couch, now alternating between some calming crochet and some not-so calming candy crushing, Pretty Cat is contented nestling in her cocoon at the other end while Teen Boy wallows in screen heaven in his haven upstairs.
All is good in our world ..... while outside the rain still persistently falls.