Rain's Journey

The clouds are drifting ,

rolling by, the wind blowing strong

the whole day long. thunder

rumbles, and rattles the plain as

rain lashes my window pane.

I watch all the while, the rushing of it

filling the air, a babble, a hush. Tis succor ,

a life giving force, surely I see it run

its course, without mercy without

remorse. Over grass it goes, pebbles too,

gushing laughing as Rain is want to do,

down down to the brook it nimbly

skips & tumbles, stopping for nobody,

everybody knows, until it mingles

with the river that rushes past

on a journey to somewhere fast,

anywhere down stream, this a

fitting requiem for the journey just

come to past, 'twas singing of the Rain,

did I behold, so thereto hold fast

do I~ to that glorious beauty

which I saw unfold.

These photos were shot on the side of my house. I have a very tall Norfolk Island pine and I shot through the branches. People up north usually have the NI pine in a pot in their house. In south Florida, they are planted in the ground and grow very tall. Mine is easily 50' tall.