The light between these rain storms is lovely; grey and soft and changing as the clouds blow past... Yesterday on my way home it rained so suddenly and so heavily that all the drains filled up and the street was like a river and my feet got wet. Ten minutes later the streets were dry again.
And today I'm getting that every-so-often feeling of not being good enough again. But I'm trying to ignore it. There's nothing to be sad about after all (except the dead wasps on my windowsill from the nest in the roof, coming in through the attic. I should shut the trap door but I'm too lazy) Anyway.
The succulent by my bedroom window has flowered, perhaps it's all the rain outside :)