Rain, rain stay away …

A steady, heavy rain. It had rained all night. No matter, walkies needed to happen.

It’s all right when you have the right gear — Barbour raincoat, boots and Akubra hat.

Through the park and the smell of wild garlic hit me. It was not there yesterday in the sun and I thought that all the spring plants were now gone. I was mistaken.

Rain brings out the smells and scents. Hugo, my labrador, was happy. All the dogs we met were happy (though their owners perhaps were not).

Scents are signposts, memories and stories to dogs. The rain had transformed their world to a richer more powerful one.

For us humans, rain on a dusty desert world does the same, washing the grey dust off and revealing colours that we had forgotten about. December 2007 after the rain in the high desert, my world was transformed.

Rain, rain come again …