‘There’s magic to the woods when it rains. Something otherworldly, Narnia-esque; I can’t imagine why anyone would want to be stuck indoors. It’s wet, but not too wet – the rain falls on leaves above me and most of it channels along branches and trunks. There are few people here, and I can stop and look at things without being noticed. Blackbirds turn leaves, robins sing a sad song, there is, briefly, a chiffchaff.

The woods seem cleaner, fresher during rain. Dust and other residues wash off leaves until they glisten, water pools among the tree roots, and the rest is swallowed by grateful earth. Everything feels new, including me. Is this forest bathing?’

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https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2022/oct/24/country-diary-theres-magic-to-the-woods-when-it-rains