Saturday, July 11, 2015

We Knew it Would Rain.....

                              End of the day, yesterday, no rain in sight.  Everything parched. Yellowing.
                                                        Have never seen it like this. But I knew it would rain.....
 Then overnight, it started to pour. By morning , bees were hanging upside down. Snoozing.I wonder if they had started to sleep before the rain.
                                          BEFORE THE RAIN ( T. B. Aldrich 1836-1907)
"We knew it would rain, for all the morn a spirit on slender ropes of mist was lowering its golden buckets down into the vapory amethyst."
             "Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens, scooping the dew that lay in the flowers."

                 By late morning it was still raining.
                        "Dipping the jewels out of the sea, to sprinkle them over the land in showers."
                                                And the bees kept snoring.
                                                  And snoring.

           While the Inula leaned.               And Smokey wondered what he should do.....

            "We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed.The white of their leaves, the amber grain, shrunk in the wind, and the lightning now, is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain."
         With Spencer on the porch. His own snoozefest interupted by splooshing rain on cement.

         Spencer dislikes the rain. He hates getting his paws wet. And he  still had to get home to his house on the hill. Through the puddles and the slugs.
                            So I picked sweet peas in the rain.

           The anenome raised up off the dry ground.
                    And it started looking like Christmas  in July.
 
                    When the rain came. And the drought ended.
       

   And Spencer high tailed it to the greenhouse. To wait out the rain. Before heading for home. In the rain  that he so does not like. But I could have sworn I saw him flick his paws and do a little dance, when the rain came.
(Poem "Before the Rain" (by Thomas Bailey Aldrich 1836-1907) Poet, novelist, travel writer and editor. His novel "Story of a Bad Boy" apparently paved the way for other novelists.)

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