Reflections

[rejectomorph]

Outside my front door is a bush, tonight covered in raindrops. They catch and reflect the porch light. On one leaf there are two drops very close together. When I went outside and saw them, glittering slightly as the leaf was moved by a slight breeze, I thought at first that they were the eyes of some small creature. They reminded me of the eyes of the foxes or raccoons or coyotes I have seen from time to time, watching me in the night. It took a moment for me to realize that they were only raindrops. I was a bit disappointed. I had hoped that perhaps they were the eyes of a small frog. It has been a long time since I have seen a frog in my yard, though I have lately been hearing them croaking nearby almost every night. I would like to have frogs in the yard again, as I did when I first moved here, when there were more trees. Maybe there will be a rain of frogs, such as Charles Fort wrote of, or such as plagued wicked kings in the bible. I would like to see that, too.