Almost Caught by Rain

[rejectomorph]

The storm came in from the north, massed battleship gray clouds advancing as the sun retreated. For a while, bright rays shone from behind their forward ranks, and in the western sky, smaller white clouds basked in sunlight on a pale blue blanket. Across the canyon to the east, as the world fell into storm shadow, The upper third of the ridge glowed in lingering light, a rampart of bright green trees. It must have been raining there already-- sun showers-- as the air above the trees glittered with a particular brightness. As I hurried home from my walk, the day rapidly darkened to an eerie dimness, and the blue in the west vanished. As I reached my door, the first raindrops fell, and within a few minutes the downpour was drumming on the roof and echoing in the chimney. It only lasted an hour or so, and the clouds opened a window to the west large enough to let a bit of sunset through, and illuminate all the bright drops clinging to the bushes and grass; a brief glimpse of the refreshed world, before night fell.

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[kenhighcountry.livejournal.com]

You do this so well.
Have you ever thought about collecting some of these pieces in a grouping? I can see them as a book.

[rejectomorph]

It has been suggested to me before. I'm not sure how many of these things there are, though, or how many of them are just variations on one another. I don't really keep track of them. I just knock them off when I have nothing else to say, and once they have been posted I forget about them. I don't think I've re-read more than a dozen of the posts I've done in this journal.

I suppose there might be enough of these bits of word jewelery for a book (though I'd probably want to re-write most of them, since they probably all have some awkward phrases and mixed metaphors and such), and I have no idea who would be willing to publish such a book. I've always just thought of them as little fragments to be set adrift on the sea of the Internet, to land where they will.

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[kenhighcountry.livejournal.com]

I've always just thought of them as little fragments to be set adrift on the sea of the Internet, to land where they will.

That is a wonderful image.
I'm glad that they wash up to my door.