Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The Rain in May

The rain in May falls mainly down my drain.  Wow, what poetry!
And double wow what a rain, wind and more wind storm did we experience yesterday.  I had to bring the dogs into the refuge of the garage ... actually they literally ran in the door when I called them.  

Heavy rain pelting down on their backs cannot be pleasant.

Sometimes, when we have these freak showers, the rain comes down so quickly that it over flows my eaves troughs. Consequently soaking my patio deck AND the patio carpet we have under our picnic table.  But ...
It can be rather beautiful.

Beloved, Let Us Once More Praise The Rain 
by Conrad Aiken
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.
Let us discover some new alphabet,
For this, the often praised; and be ourselves,
The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf,
The green-white privet flower, the spotted stone,
And all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,—
Who watches with a hard eye from seclusion,
Beneath the elm-tree bough, till rain is done.
There is an oriole who, upside down,
Hangs at his nest, and flicks an orange wing,—
Under a tree as dead and still as lead;
There is a single leaf, in all this heaven
Of leaves, which rain has loosened from its twig:
The stem breaks, and it falls, but it is caught
Upon a sister leaf, and thus she hangs;
There is an acorn cup, beside a mushroom
Which catches three drops from the stooping cloud.
The timid bee goes back to the hive; the fly
Under the broad leaf of the hollyhock
Perpends stupid with cold; the raindark snail
Surveys the wet world from a watery stone...
And still the syllables of water whisper:
The wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we wait
In the dark room; and in your heart I find
One silver raindrop,—on a hawthorn leaf,—
Orion in a cobweb, and the World.

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