Woke up to a world soaked with rain.
Autumn rain is so different from the storms that come in Spring or Summer. The rain in Summer is so loud- smacking the leaves and eaves and the pavement on the roads, and autumn rain, no matter how drenching the downpour, always gives the appearance that the world is slowly melting.
Like silent tears, the rain drops gather on telephone wires and swell until their weight causes them to fall to the soaked earth below. The maple tree outside my window creates a canopy in the summer that harsh rains bounce against, protecting the underneath from the storm. Now, the slow rain leaks through the leaves, rolls down them, penetrates and the tree appears to be weeping.
So, rainy day ahead. I’ll go brew some tea and probably finish my book…..