Heart grow fonder

Heavy overcast and chilly wind all day and finally, an hour after nightfall, a bit of rain. I don't know how long it will last, but surely not long enough to fill the reservoirs sufficiently to disuade the irrigation district from loading our water with chlorine. December and the tap smells of a summer drought. I'd do without sight of sun or moon for a month to rid the water of that odor. I fear it will take far longer than a month, though, and it might not even happen this year. But in the meantime every drop I hear breaking night's chill quiet is welcome.


For the rain and for the restlessness the season is bringing me, more Larkin:

( Sunday Verse )