Drops

Sooner than expected the clouds arrive and the day is almost autumnal. The trumpet vine's few remaining flowers get no visits from hummingbirds, and the dry grass, shaded, smells less arid than when the full sun baked it yesterday. The air has the damp scent of a coming storm, and nightfall brings a few sprinkles of rain. Though they are not enough to darken the pavement, their presence pleases me. Although summer will reassert itself once this overcast passes, the real autumn will come eventually, and real rain with it. I will be patient.

( Sunday Verse )