Rain, Glorious Rain!

Hi All!

Just when my spirits were a bit low and I was dragging . . . it began to rain. Not just a little sprinkle, real, roof pounding, gutter tickling rain!

The streets and sidewalks are being washed free of their winter grease and grime. The rooftop becomes a percussion instrument with rain the unseen hands pelting out a rhythm soothing to the ears. The downspouts are the triangles, the gutters the bells. Each adding its distinctive notes to the natural melody in an amazing masterpiece of syncopation.

The brown and dormant grass is sucking in silvery mouthfuls of cool, clear water with an almost audible sigh of satisfaction, finally feeling able to push up new, tender shoots to greet the world. The trees, just breaking free of the winter sleep and bursting with red buds, are basking in the shower of wetness before sending their pale, new leaves upward into the sky. Flowers poke their heads out of the hard ground as it softens with the moisture of spring.

The birds. Oh, the birds. Their songs are jubilant as they preen and flutter in puddles relishing the relief of a spring splash. Over and over they flit from the full feeder to the glistening puddles. They snack and bath over and over, obvious in their enjoyment, all the time singing joyfully to welcome the rain.

The glorious, wonderful, heavenly rain.

Trisha

Voice Update: Just singing along with the rhythm of the rain in fine voice today. My massage and exercises . . . still not quite on track with that but working on it . . . working on it!