I was hoping that there would be a break in the clouds before sunset, as there was during the brief storm we had last week. It is enjoyable to see the late sun falling through silver-rimmed clouds onto the wet landscape. I particularly like those raindrops which hang from the tips of leaves and act as tiny lenses. Looking through them, you can view the inverted scene in exquisitely detailed miniature. Such an image always seems to have a greater clarity than the reality which it reflects.
But no break has come, and now the grey sky has darkened, through bluish slate and on to black. Perhaps the rain will continue tomorrow, and the moment will happen then. Or, perhaps it will clear late tonight, and I will see, through a drop of clear water, the waning moon as an arch among silver clouds below the suspended silhouettes of the trees.
