Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Raindrops On Rear Views

Raindrops keep falling on my head.Posted by Picasa
April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

~ Langston Hughes (1902 - 1967)
The cold rain of Winter; a Nor'easter sets up shop just off the coast and spins, bringing rain bands in from the Atlantic. It isn't so much the rain that chills you to the bone, but rather that cold, damp wind with strength to knock patio furniture over and fling branches down from the overhanging trees.

The nourishing rain of Spring; sometimes gentle, sometimes turbulent and laced with thunder and lightning. It falls on the newly planted seedlings and rejuvenates the awakening flower bulbs.. Spring rain is the life blood of nature.

The sudden rain of Summer is desperate to refresh as we languish under the hot sun. Drops sizzle as they hit the asphalt and steam rises from the ground, only adding to our misery. Words such as sticky, humid and heavy come to mind.

The cleansing rain of Autumn; assistant to the falling leaves and ripening pumpkins. Harvest begs nature to stave off the water until the cotton is picked and the wheat safely in the bin. Mud slicks and layers of damp pine needles squish beneath galoshes as the kids trudge back to school.

Rain shows us many faces, brings the booming symphony of thunder, spreads the sweet smell of freshly mowed grass and glistens on exposed skin. It touches all our senses. And I love the rain.

Submission for Tuesday Challenge topic "rain". (end of post)

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