Back door contemplating again...

We have been without rain now for nearly a month. After the wettest Winter on record that's really welcome. You can actually sit on the ground without getting wet when you rise again. That's a measurement that I use to judge whether a Summer is a truly seasonal one. That's the kind we had when I was a child. With everything being so dry and dusty this reminds me of the Summer school holidays ect. The smell of the dry ground and grass somehow seems like an echo from the past, a past when life was so much simpler.
  So here I am sat on my back door step, watching a dark bank of rain clouds moving slowly across the valley. It wants to rain, but it cant for once. The weather is set dry, well we shall see if this happens tomorrow. Its quite chilly too, but in a soft Summer air way.
   The higher sky is pale blue, the lower is a layer of ink blue clouds blowing sideways across the valley. The sun has gone down too. Some tractors are revving away somewhere on a hill side. If you look at the sky you can feel the atmosphere of today, a bit tense , but im past caring. A time for action with a mundane mind set. That's the next goal...
  I can feel a new age starting and reality is protesting and squirming. Maybe I have conquered a past problem, or can face it with a peace of mind 5 years has denied me. The time is right to start this process with a visit to the past.  23