Spring thunderstorms bring much needed rain to the vineyard and to our garden. The rain turns the dirt roads of the village into mud. The pollen is washed from surfaces. For a brief moment (at least that is what it seems) the dust of the dirt roads and the pollen are cleared from the air. I say brief moment because the mud will dry quickly and return to its dirt form and of course the pollen will be covering everything in no time. If you want to jump in mud puddles or breathe pollen free air time is of the essence.
As it is if you want to capture photos of raindrops on roses.
The faint line across the bottom of the rose below is a spider web. 🙂
“All was silent as before —
All silent save the dripping rain.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow