Reframing the rain~

[ashtoreth]

Today I woke to rain. Again. It has been a very wet spring so far, and many people are grumbling. I get it. Rain's not so much fun to drive in around here; mainly due to poor road maintenance.

This time of year is long mud-bruise. It's mists hold monsters, threatens with Hoarse-hags and Grey Children. Yet I find and feel its magics. Disrobed trees that teach me their wooden alphabet, flood pools full of augury. A blurring of worlds to walk between.
~Emily Banting

On the other hand, there are morning and evening choral performances by the spring peepers (Pseudacris crucifer crucifer); herons move silently through the misty days; and the neighbourhood is a riot of various shades of green, purple, and yellow from early blooming flowers. The river, too, offers different faces during the rain. Some days, it is a quiet whisper of gently rolling waves. Other days, it is a wild frenzy of white-capped waves driving toward the shore at the urging of the wind. I note those faces carefully. At 10 feet (3.05 m) above sea-level, flooding is a concern, even at low-tide during the fiercer storms.

Today at work, I watched the sheets of rain dancing across the asphalt. It was almost mesmerising. It was certainly beautiful. Tonight, the curtains of rain have parted. The sky is a tapestry of grey clouds, slowly moving away from the area. I hope they carry the rain to other spring peepers that may be calling for the clouds.