Un jardin après la pluie

South of England, a late summer.
The heavy heat is beginning to fade, and the thunderstorm that is rumbling in the distance is inexorably moving away.
After this rain shower, nature takes back its rights, the birds their songs.
On the stoop, barefoot in the wet grass, the garden exhales notes recognizable among a thousand: The wet earth, the opulent flowerbeds, the air full of humidity.