The day started bright and humid, the air thick with suspended water, and it wasn’t long until the clouds formed, dark and menacing and with such promise. The crackle of thunder, but no lightning. Fat drops of rain, and then more, and more until the water was like a curtain falling over the landscape, draping everything in its white haze. It didn’t last long but it changed everything. It released the hot scent of damp tarmac, the fresh smell of sodden earth. The air lifted; the temperature dropped a full ten degrees and the wind rose lifting the dripping fronds of tree leaves like washing on a line. The birds thrilled the air with their song.