It poured down today. Then came a small break in the cloud. Tired of the weather, I scrabble into waterproofs and head outside. Next door’s gutter is overflowing, a torrent flooding on to the yard. Further along, the stream is in full spate, swollen and rolling brown. Puddles overflow on to the road, the breeze creating a miniature tidal wave. The wind stirs again and the rain returns, blowing spray at my back, soaking me from head to toe. I head rapidly homewards accompanied by the steady drum of sound. Glum. Until there, at the side of the door, I spot them. The first green shoots of bluebells are fighting their way upwards against the winter. A smile on my face, I go indoors. To sit and watch the promise of spring, soaking in the rain.