The rain is generous here,
manifesting its chameleon ways.
It beguiles and rages,
tap dances and waltzes,
arrays the city’s narrow streets
in a rainbow of taupe, bisque, slate;
calls cyclists and walkers
to come nest in cubbyholes
with a strong coffee or beer
and ponder from windows the
voluptuous clouds, their churlish rebuke.
Rainfall does not bother to cease
for rewards of joy or taxing sorrow,
will not flee farther eastward
to high desert, rocky buttes.
It commands, feeds bloated earth
and rattles the awnings
and rushes headlong into
mountains and rivers as if
it must bury every crevasse
and slick down every abutment.
And, too, drench our souls,
which pine for small luxury–to step
onto pathways with no slimy mud,
no gutter a shocking flood, to avoid
more wreckage of yet another
month that may miraculously
reveal fine blue horizons,
emergent from that muck and drear.
So as the brazen clouds regroup,
restrain deluge and drizzle,
we enter gardens long at rest,
see anew the rewards of wetness,
how it does right by its duty:
sumptuous blossoms, chittering birds,
the trafficked pond, waterfalls’ chorus,
our hearts hitched up again
as senses feast on seasons
defended, recreated by copious rains.
6 thoughts on “Friday Quick Pick: Rainy Rumination”
What a lovely post. You were right…we were moving along the same lines of thought. It must be the season! :-). And what beautiful pics. Is that your place? It’s stunning. I love the pic of the mallards, male and female. It’s perfect. Thanks for sharing.
Yes, the season–or the longing for the full seasonal change sooner rather than later!
The photos were taken at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden in Portland-a fave place to mosey.
I found that beautiful pair eye-catching, as well. They were very calmly watching me in return when not ignoring me!
Thanks for the good words!
Rich description and lovely photos
Thank you, Derrick, as ever. 🙂
Thanks for the link!