Tuesday, February 28, 2006


It’s not common hereabouts but usually well tolerated. Starting with a noticeable change in the air—which becomes cooler--with over-cast sky; the lavender, violet clouds merge into purple, with blacker edges here and there, serving to urge rain-people to walk out-of-doors.
It began with ...
a .
and a drop
and more drops
walking with wet faces
can be fun, with smell of
steamy wood, wet grass; even
damp dust from rainless days, is
fragrant. Now raindrops are falling,
falling on our heads—and all over this
land. Northern winds picking up speedy
delivery--rain commands its own perform-
ance—the choice to endure rain is not our own
choice to make. Big wet splashes are leaping up, up
from the street and filling the bay; looking more and more
like a regular gulley-washer now—the sort of rain only a
fool would not have brains enough to come in out of, at
once. Through windy coal-black sky and hills, the
soughing of wind and shriek of flailing, drenched limbs are
eerie, like the cry of poor damned souls. Overhead are
plumed branches, leaves and fronds thrashing, lashing,
and cracking loudly, wildly; heard amid the strange thick
darkness the bones of ancient dead warriors must come
alive—with Ezekiel the end-times witness, and the clash
and roar of warring armies—deafening rumbles and
groans, flashes of lightning. God bless all the sailors out at
sea in ships today, and all those souls on land, too. Signs
appear now in the sky, signs of further change—but
welcome sun rays break through and reveal the sloshed,
glossy-wet trees, now bathed in tints of warm amber-
greens and bronzes, starkly limned against the cold, grey-
black thunder-heads still looming above the churning
bay—contrast in lurid color and light. A fantastically
colorful rainbow arcs dramatically across the heavens—a
promise; the rain goes away as it came, from buckets-full,
to dribbles
to drops
to drips

And the land is new-wet and reborn, for a short time at least, the way the Lord first made it, the way He must have looked at it, and saw that it was good. So clean it smells good, feels good and everyone forgets--even little two-foot-high runaways splashing through lingering puddles in their best shoes and stockings--forget the darkness and revel in the heavenly light.

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