There is a spare beauty in gray mist
floating and rising from the valley floor,
Droplets on the window panes,
the quiet whishing of rain on the trees.
Melancholy, some say.
But it teaches patience
and the understanding that we can’t always have our own way.
We are not in control of much,
though we like to plan and wear the foreman’s white hat.
Urbanization has meant misunderstanding of rainy days.
For city dwellers
rain brings spoiled plans, ruined picnics, traffic snarls.
And those living in drought
The earth thirsts for rain,
And the water feeds and
Inside, I ponder the choices.
Organize drawers, Write, Read, Sew, Bake bread, Take a nap?
And the world looks so much sweeter when the sun breaks through.
8 thoughts on “114. For the love of rainy days”
This is wonderful! Thank you for sharing!
:-) I do like a good rainy day…
Beautiful photos and words :)
Thank you. That’s very much a compliment coming from a real photographer! :-)
Yeah for rain!!!
My daughter, born and raised in Western PA gave me the idea for this a few months ago. Transplanted to Napa, she said what she really misses are rainy days. Glad you’re getting rain.
The ones who walk barefoot on the earth know the power of the rain. It’s one of the reasons we’re moving to a place where it rains! I love when you strike out from exposition!
Thank you! And those are beautiful words yourself — walking barefoot on the earth — lovely metaphor!
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