20th of february 2012
it is ten of eight on a monday night; so bedtime. and a pitter patter of raindrops has begun on the rooftop. the rainclouds started yesterday and i asked someone, acciddentally using incorrect french, if it was going to cry. they chuckled and said no, not yet but it is getting started. and the rainclouds, dark and grey and full of the long-awaited water, were back again this evening. now that i hear the gentle knocking of rain on the roof, i wonder if it will pick up. i wonder if this rain is enough to collect my buckets around the house and lay them outside next to my house under the tin roof to catch the rain. no not yet, the rain says. we are done for the evening. and as quietly and quickly as it came, the raindrops end, leaving us hot air and dry land for the next few months to come.
it is ten of eight on a monday night; so bedtime. and a pitter patter of raindrops has begun on the rooftop. the rainclouds started yesterday and i asked someone, acciddentally using incorrect french, if it was going to cry. they chuckled and said no, not yet but it is getting started. and the rainclouds, dark and grey and full of the long-awaited water, were back again this evening. now that i hear the gentle knocking of rain on the roof, i wonder if it will pick up. i wonder if this rain is enough to collect my buckets around the house and lay them outside next to my house under the tin roof to catch the rain. no not yet, the rain says. we are done for the evening. and as quietly and quickly as it came, the raindrops end, leaving us hot air and dry land for the next few months to come.
very poetic Alison.. beautiful and effective imagery. Miss you.
ReplyDelete-Kimmy