Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Based on my own anecdotal experience of the last 10 months, I have come to the no doubt false conclusion that it never pours torrential rain at dawn. However, it does rain gently quite often, which I rather enjoy.
The muted softness of the damp air is like a quilt of calm. Nearby streams increase their volume, but they are steady in their course.
Ever since I read some recent Rachel Field poems about raindrops hanging like crystal gems, I have noticed those bright decorations in my back yard.