Between

The storm that arrived late last night brought a moderate amount of rain, all of which fell before I went to the stores, so I didn't get wet. In fact I slept through most of the rain, and there was only an hour or so of drizzling left after I woke up. The afternoon was overcast, but the clouds are breaking up now and it's getting very chilly outside. That's a good sign. It means there could be some snow higher up in the mountains. For now, the ground here probably has enough water in it to keep the yard green for a week or so, and there's still a possibility of more rain on Tuesday. With luck I won't have to do any irrigation until the middle of April. That little bit of snow isn't going to do much to fill the reservoirs.

But the day seemed ordinary. I found nothing to surprise or startle me in the wet roses or the shrubbery sagging with the extra weight of water. There was nothing special in the gray clouds, nor is there in the cerulean sky that is now mostly clear. It's a commonplace night that is falling, just cold enough to keep me indoors but not cold enough to be especially interesting. I guess that's good for the frogs, who remain silent in this chill. It will warm up again in a few days and then nightfall will bring their chorus once again, celebrating the freshening of their streams and ponds. I look forward to hearing it. Tonight there is only a bit of residual dripping from the downspout fed by the clogged rain gutter. I might as well just listen to myself think.


( Sunday Verse )