rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Today's actual non-rant entry: Wet!

My hours and hours of patient waiting were finally rewarded when, late this afternoon, the day's luminous, pearly sky of persistent clouds at last released a few sprinkles. It was the rain of which the breezy air had smelled since early morning. The sprinkles continued off and on until, an hour before sunset, a steady rain began to fall just as the western ranks of clouds parted and allowed the sunlight to stream down. The vivid trees glistened with rain and the pavements glittered and steamed, and I found the brightened evening as delightful as I'd found the gloomy afternoon. Twenty minutes of clattering rain and the road verges had become gurgling streams and the eaves and leaf-tips and grass blades all wore sparkling pendant drops, and then the rain suddenly softened into a veil of glowing mist.

I went outside and watched a hummingbird sip from the jasmine blossoms, while the acorn woodpeckers chattered and the jays screeched. Strong breezes unleashed fresh showers from the laden leaves and needles of the trees. The stretch of open sky, like a long blue lake, slowly moved northward between its gray cloud banks and, before the sun reached the horizon it was obscured again, so the dusk was grey and dim. The clouds must have remained thinner southward above the valley as I could see the sky there like a bright silver streak slowly fading as night arrived. Then, when full dark had come, part of the western sky cleared again and I saw Venus gleaming there, a lone bright star skirting the treetops. I knew that Jupiter was then rising in the east but was concealed from view by the clouds. Venus was sufficient, though, an isolated splendor adorning the chilly night. I heard distant purrs of thunder from the mountains. It sounded like contentment.

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