rejectomorph (
rejectomorph) wrote2006-05-19 09:13 pm
Wet!
I opened my eyes at two o'clock in the afternoon, and thought from the dimness that I had overslept and that it must be at least six. It was merely the overcast sky blocking the harsh sunlight. Good for the overcast! The remainder of the afternoon was a cool, gray delight, with frequent showers of soft mist. Later, it began to rain, and the eaves were strung with beads of water like small, pendulous lights that appeared, grew fat, and dropped to the wet ground, one by one.
The rain has continued into dusk, and the air has grown quite pleasantly cool. Neither the chill nor the damp has inhibited the crickets, who have begun their evening song. It goes nicely with the soft patter of rain. Spring is back! Happy.
The rain has continued into dusk, and the air has grown quite pleasantly cool. Neither the chill nor the damp has inhibited the crickets, who have begun their evening song. It goes nicely with the soft patter of rain. Spring is back! Happy.