This morning, a little before 7, as I was fixing the kid's breakfasts, I heard the the pinging sound of raindrops on the stove vent pipe. The rain, steady but not drenching, fell for 10 or 15 minutes and the temperature dropped 5 degrees or so. The sky to the north and west stayed dark for an hour and rumbles of thunder in the distance continued but so far no more rain.
Here are some pictures of the garden after the rain fell. The far back with the blooming Pride of Barbados, yellow bells (Tecoma stans), and red hamelia, as well as masses of volunteer Turk's cap and purple heart; the bench with Climbing Pinkie on the teepee behind, a glimpse of the terra cotta pig Laura gave me at the party a couple of years ago behind an out of control patch of bulbine along with a few blooms of pavonia, and my Mother's Day urn in front of Old Blush.