There was some really heavy rain overnight – disturbed my slumbers in the small hours, just by the noise it was making on the roof.
All was calm by morning, but as I went down the stairs I was vaguely alarmed by the light coming from the kitchen, which seemed surprisingly white – if it is not dark & overcast it ought to have a yellow sunny glow at this time of year; I half feared finding that pelting rain or hailstones had broken a window.
Silly old fusspot; just morning light & the sky beyond it looking like sheets & pillow cases billowing on a clothes line. All scrubbed clean
