A grey day with a little drizzle is rare here. So rare, that when it arrives, I enjoy it, wandering the garden, seeing what I rarely see: moisture that came from the sky, not the hose.
Dust washed from the pavement, leaves convinced to fall by droplets:
Spidersilk shooting from the Leucadendron.
...or making a net of jewels on a Curio (aka Senecio):
The first water Aloe 'Helskloof Bells' has gotten since about March:
Ditto for Kalanchoe beharensis:
Trying to stay dry under a leaf? Why? Don't be shy, gorgeous!
Most beautiful of all were the white and near-white roses, textured, as if oozing glass.
'SDLM' ('Souvenir de la Mal Maison' to non-rosers):
Endless grey days of course are depressing to most people, but one or two out of three hundred sixty five refresh the spirit.
What are your rare days of weather delight?