I love to see the rain change the world around me.
Rain approaches: Dark clouds slowly obscure the horizon, envelop the landscape, soften the outlines of the hills.
Rain falls: A downpour hisses on the surface of the water, turns the pilings on the river into black, staccato notes within a symphony of grey.
Rain subsides: Reveals slowly–shafts of sunlight, glistening jewel-like drops hang from low branches.
I love the rain: The smirr, the smaa saft rain, the dreich, dark days, the deluge. And after the deluge, huge delight in a refreshed landscape and the sight of the receding storm. These studies of the rain calm my spirit and help me hold on to beauty as we live through this collective storm. May it soon pass.
George Wilson
February 2021