Forgot the camera on recent outings. Did more reading than writing. Hosted relatives for a week. Blog suffered. Now back to more mundane observations.
It rained last night. Hard. The winds tugged, pushed, yelled, and felled. Trees swayed, bayed, and clicked limbs. Have I mentioned spring is knocking? Door's open, come on in. Bring the rain, we've got reservoirs to fill, cars to wash, morning showers to relish, evening baths to indulge, and toilets to flush after each visit. We're tired of being frugal. But you know, rain barrels are selling fast around here, someone must be planning. Good for them.
I stood in the doorway, watched that rain, felt that rain. I might have danced in that rain, but that lightening was damn close. This evening I went back to the doorway. Above the hurried rush of creekflow, in the dimming light, into damp night, the peepers called for an encore.
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