End of Rain

As I walked up the valley tonight, on the gleaming wet tarmac, the air was really zinging. After a week its stopped raining and the air was razor sharp, cold cutting at my jacket where it was still damp from yesterdays sodden experiences. Out across the plains, across to the solway coast, the lights of nearby towns and villages seemed re-established and glinted away, reassuring and seemingly profound all at once. The dog noticed the change too and strutted between roadsides, the fresh air, cleaned of rain jabbing us both. The dry weekend shouldn't be wasted.