Sunday, December 2, 2012

An Ode to Rain

~~Sierra Vista Park, in-between cloudbursts this week.  Click here for a similar view in August.~~

Now, at last, the rain is here,
It comes still later every year.
And while I'm glad, and find it fun,
Soon I'll be whining, "Where's the sun?"


15 comments:

  1. Love the little ode! Looks like your rain is helping keep things lush and green - I adore those mountains (I know I keep saying this, haha, I guess I truly miss such sights:)

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    1. Thanks, Lulu! I'm with you - I just can't get enough of these mountains.

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  2. Smell of air must have been amazing. Thank you for this great picture. Please have a good new week.

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    1. You're right - it really has been smelling good around here! Thank you, and you have a good new week as well!

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  3. I love how green it's been lately, don't you? We took Boz for a walk tonight and the smells were wonderful (Robert, you are right about the smell of the air).

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    1. Oh, I'll bet Boz loved it. We were in Pasadena tonight. Went to Egg Roll Express, and got to sit outside while we waited for our food, and watch the rain sprinkles. It was beautiful!

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  4. It's so lush and green. I love the poem. It took the rain awhile to arrive here too, but now that it has, it's making up for lost time by dumping gallons of itself on us daily. :-)

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    1. Hi, and thank you! Seems like once it gets here, it settles in for awhile! Thank you, too, for stopping by. :)

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  5. Petrea mentioned the green and it reminded me of a line in Robinson Jeffer's "Natural Music" (the rest of the poem isn't so germane, so I won't link it). Speaking of California's "little rivers" he says:

    (Winter has given them gold for silver
    To stain their water and bladed green for brown to line their banks)

    He's in the running for my favorite poet, and uses lots of California imagery. The tower he built by hand and his house, both in Carmel, can still be visited.

    Can't resist sharing the last image in the poem:

    ...like some girl's breathing who dances alone
    By the ocean-shore, dreaming of lovers.

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    1. That's beautiful. I'll need to read more of his work. Thanks! (This blogging - it's so edumacational!)

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    2. Have you been there, James? We were there about 7 or 8 years ago. My husband is a tall man and had to duck a few times. But it would have been a cozy spot for me.

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  6. Happy, happy, happy! Why? Those mountains :). Lovely.

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  7. Looks like the rain really did a dye job on the parkland grass!

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