(Note: I wrote this yesterday)
I walked in the rain today. I didn’t care that I got wet. The coolness of each drop as it hit my skin and seeped through the fabric of my clothing was a welcome respite from the weeks of hot, dry weather. Each puddle was like an old friend, not to be avoided, but to be reacquainted with once again (that means my feet got wet).
I sat in the doorway drinking coffee, watching the sky shed it’s tears. I assume it’s tears of joy because it didn’t feel sad. Sometimes the rain has a somber quality. Not today.
The thunder grumbles like that guy you know that always has something to complain about which never comes across as angry, just comical.
You forget how good the rain smells. It freshens up the earth. It beats down the smell of smoke from all the forest fires. If there happens to be a thunderstorm, you can smell the ozone from the lightning (I think that’s what it is). There isn’t any lightning that I can see. Maybe tonight.
It is supposed to rain steady for the next few days, and I’ll probably go for a run and a ride.
The Little Things Stop. Feel that? The warmth of the sun The breeze on your face Rain, it has its own unique smell Feels like tiny punches when it lands Wherever you are There is beauty and wonder about Even if seemingly insignificant A smell, a color, a sight, a feel There is always something to appreciate Like cool grass under bare feet -From Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures
-Have a good weekend. I know I will.
From my blog this week
Weird Wednesday: What was I going to write about? – Memory, I think…
Tuesday Tirade: The Egg. – Who doesn’t like a good egg rant?
Music Monday: The Folly of Youth – I heard a song which reminded me of many years ago.
Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.