Rain

Water Raining

Water astonishing and difficult altogether makes a meadow and a stroke
 (Gertrude Stein)

We have had a lot of rain this spring! The trees, parks and plants are green, bright and verdant and most people are miserable! Except me! I actually love the rain, there is something profoundly soothing about being inside and hearing the pitter patter of the rain on the roof or windows. And walking along feeling the crispness in the air as though all the dirt and pollution has been washed away clean, and I am hidden (protected) underneath a bright umbrella. The rain is a perfect accompaniment to indulging those pensive and deeper thoughts. It is as though one has a friendly audience, a willing participent in those thoughts and time can stop. It is strangely hypnotic! And then there is also the potential anticipation of an inevitable change coming about, maybe a rainbow or even the sun making an appearance in an otherwise grey, wet landscape.


The rain pours -
And pours some more;

I am soothed inside,
This steady song

No need to cry -
But blink my eyes

The clock, such hands;
That tick and rock

A steady tune -
That doesn't stop

The leaves though smile;
With ardent heart

Their wishes granted -
They have no part

And so it pours -
and pours some more;

My solitude accompanied;
By a musical score

LB