Autumn rain

[primsong]

I hear the spattering of the rain upon my windows and look outside to see a glorious whirling and waving, the dancing of the trees upon this sudden autumn rain. The wind gusts again and silver drops slide sideways past, down to pool among, to soak into the glistening strawberries and the butter-colored lilies that nod their heads amid the streaming green.

Golden poplar leaves briefly shower down, lifting and then dropping to lay beside their brethren amid the wet gravel, nestling into fallen pine needles and dark brown earth. Others lift, then lift again, taking wing, tumbling up and over the house like living things to find an incongruous home amid the firs in the back yard, golden-yellow drops of color in the deeper greens. The impossibly long, grey stems of the great firs slowly sway then drop to silence.

The wind is past, though the mountain will soon send more.

The rain is just beginning.




Outside my front window...

The rain pools upon the berries...

The firs wave amid the silver rain..

And the poplars swirl and shower me with leaves.

I heard a huge *crack* when it first began - a neighbor's dead poplar came down and crunched her old fence, and blocked my driveway. I'll have to get out the chainsaw before I can pick up my kids from school now! What a lovely storm.

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[lothithil.livejournal.com]

Beautiful!