I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Thursday, October 1, 2015

A kiss of rain.

 It rained today. We have wished for, prayed and danced for this miracle. It came from the west and after announcing its presence with one huge clap of thunder, the rain hit hard. It was powerful and steady... settling the dust and dryness of summer and blending the ash and sadness of the Butte fire into the earth... to begin the healing. 

This is my tribute to a beautiful day of rain. The poem below belongs to Langston Hughes, but the images are mine. I presumed to use his words because I felt the rain kiss the earth today and I know he would understand.

"Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head...

with silver liquid drops.

Let the rain...

sing you a lullaby.

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk

The rain makes running pools in the gutter

The rain plays a little sleep song

 on our roof at night

And I love the rain."

A poem by ~Langston Hughes~


  1. lovely.
    We're enjoying a leftover bit of summer still...and that is much needed here!

  2. The poem is just beautiful. I am so glad you got the rain. Have a blessed day and a wonderful weekend. Your photos are great. Madeline

  3. Thank you for this refreshing post. Your photos are beautiful. Love T

  4. Beautiful images to go with the poem!

  5. I love this post! Thank you for sharing.

  6. Ahhh, what a welcomed kiss! Everything gets refreshed!

  7. I can't begin to tell you how lovely your photos are...this makes me so happy to see this healing and cooling of your world. Keep cozy...


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