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.~ Langston Hughes
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Rain is lovely when sheltered inside with one's beloved. Or, it can be quite a lone dismalness.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
(In a Station of the Metro, Ezra Pound)
Indeed.
Wednesday was quite the cold misery.
So sorry -- I find it always hard to adjust when nature turns cruel :( Why can't we have an eternal Spring or fall?!?
I have always loved Van Gogh's "Nature morte aux tournesols" -- the flowers are past their prime, perhaps, but to my eyes, achingly lovely. So that is fall. I could dwell there happily. Winter is too harsh for my liking.
Well, that's the hand you're dealt when you make a living working outdoors.
Our autumn is never predictable. Some years we have this long slow slide into winter; others, the rains arrive in September and it's all over until May. It's a crapshoot every year, and all we can do is hope for the best.
This week is supposed to be fairly crummy, too, and I'm outside all three working days.
I wish the weather were more pleasant for you. I have read that along with the Oregon's beauty comes some very harsh and fickle weather.
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