Rain greeted us this morning after weeks of dry weather. The texture of the air, still muggy, is no longer dense, but is laden with the smell the of the damp earth. The thick grey clouds, that have rolled in over us overnight from the very edge of existence, teem rain. The trees,silhouetted against the sky, looming above all, rustle and drip. At the bird feeder cockatoos squabble and posture fighting for a chance at the feeding tray.