After the storm

I was awake before dawn, listening to the rain and a bird singing alone in the dark. It was beautiful. I find it impossible not to love storms, despite all the misery caused across the country.
Our house up north has suffered - some of the roof tiles crashed into the conservatory. Insurance is dealing with most of it, the important thing is that no-one was hurt. Here, we have fences down at the back, but that's all.

The bird stopped singing some time ago, it's a bright, early spring day. Writing for long periods is currently impossible, as little white cat is chasing my cursor. Later, LJ.