"…droplets falling through new green leaves on the hackberry…"
When upon a morning dreary,
as I gazed with vision bleary,
At the old, beloved river
dimmed behind a rain-drenched veil,
While I pondered came a plipping,
little droplets softly slipping,
From the eaves and dripping,
dripping on an upturned garden pail.
"Tis but raindrops," I did mumble…
"plopping on that upturned pail,
Only raindrops…drumming frail.
You're right—I must offer sincere apologies to Edgar Allen Poe! Though for whatever reason, my first look this morning out the workroom window at the long view of the river downstream from cottage, reminded me of his poem "The Raven." I should also admit that while it was indeed dark and rainy out, I did not find the sight dreary.
"…plopping on that upturned pail,"
Rain is a part of spring—a most necessary part. Elemental, if you'll pardon the wordplay, to the season. What sort of spring would we have if it didn't rain? Not to mention the summer and autumn to follow.
No, rain is a good thing—plus I like rain and rainy days. Especially if I have to be indoors, stuck at a desk, anyway. I work well when it rains. The rhythmic sound of raindrops pattering on the roof and dripping from the eaves soothes, while the rumble of distant thunder and the occasional flash of lightning stirs and enlivens. The mix seems to get the creative juices to flowing…or at least, so I've convinced myself.
"…a rather soggy cardinal."
Today it was warm enough out that I could open the window and allow more of the outside in—savor the dampness and smell the fragrance of the rain, hear the increased volume of droplets falling through new green leaves on the hackberry nearby, and listen to the muted whisper of the swollen river beyond. I could pick out the sound of wind dancing through the tall sycamores and the soft twittering of birds as they made hurried trips to and from the feeders.
Once or twice, when the rain lessened, I managed a couple of quick turns around the yard, camera in hand—though the light was so feeble, even at what passed for high noon, that I had to crank the ISO all the way up to 1600 in order to handhold for a few shots.