This beautiful gentle rain of morning – so light the chickadees are still swirling round the feeder, and the squirrel came to scratch on the storm door, worried that I would think the rain was too heavy for him to be out looking for peanuts.
But heavy enough, persistent enough to persuade me that the beds of impatiens that didn’t get watered yesterday will get what they need today.
The quality of light in this grey day, the depth of green in the woods that the light illuminates, that quiet sound of raindrops on the leaves, falling off the leaves, tumbling to the ground.
The softness of color, yet piercing the day with beauty. And, we hope, piercing the drought that allowed me to forget the beauty of these days in the persistence of sun.
Thank you, Spirit of Rain, for this joy.