I love the colours and the smell of wet pavement. I love how the greens and browns glitter with droplets. Perhaps, what I love most, is riding the train to and from work or staring out a window and creating intricate photographic scenes. Contrasts with reds, yellows and purples in umbrellas, rain coats and boots.
The promise of rain is ever so romantic. I imagine King Arthur's final moments as he heads to Avalon; Jane and Mr. Rochester as they bid each other a bitter sweet adieu; Lizel as she signs her 16 going on 17 heart out. It just adds a component of magic and wonder. A foggy film and falling crystals which make everything more beautiful and beckon interpretation. The constancy of the sound, the play of light, the smells of man made structures and nature.
Next time I'll get a sturdy umbrella and put these day dreamers into play.
I will think of Avalon over these next few rainy days.
ReplyDeleteYour love for rain reminds me of a simple poem my friend once wrote after walking through the rain. I should introduce you. Who knows, you may hit it off.
There is no need to run in the rain,
Let the drops splash and run down your face.
There is no need to run in the rain,
Let drop after drop soak your hair warm.
There is no need to run in the rain,
Let it tap your neck like a thousand icy cold pins.
There is no need to run in the rain,
Let it wash you away, so you can start again.
There is no need to run in the rain.
-Andrew Stevens 2006
dear friend, this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMy favourite is : There is no need to run in the rain/ Let it wash you away, so you can start again."
I find rain extremely calming, perhaps because it is so cleansing. There is something so magical about it, I think. The colours become more vibrant, people become (generally) more cautious, and everything smells of potential.
Thanks for sharing!