August 12th, 2009

trees over Jet


It's been years since I've heard nothing but water while sitting outside. Water not just in the gutters and on the rooftop, but water on thousands of trees, the pebbles, the rocks, every leaf. Water running along stream beds, through creeks, along piles stones, the cars, the railings, down the railings, and the hill side, and the down a chain of cups designed to catch each drop and when it overflows, releasing it down to the next and the next and the next.

There's the swoooosh of cars going along wet pavement, and the steady fall of the rain curtains everything.

It's been a while since I sat out on a porch and just listened to the unending fall, that sounds as if it might never end. And honestly, I might never want it to. I'm completely surrounded by green and more green, and the only sound is that of the singing of the water falling. I guess I've missed the rain.

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