The Rains, the Rains, the Rains

Rain-Soaked Mourning Dove, 2015, Archival Digital Print

Rain-Soaked Mourning Dove, 2015, Archival Digital Print

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m glad I am on a hill. The rains began last week.  There are small lapses when the clouds catch their breath and fill up again but it has been pouring, drizzle, mist or fog for days and forecast into next week too.  The greens continue to surprise and the birds are so wet they look like they have been dipped in bathtubs.  I saw a Blue Jay yesterday whose feathers stood out sopped and with a just out-of-the-shower startle.  Everyone says this is unusual for this time of year.  It’s all new to me; each day there are more things to see.

Somerset Maugham’s short story, Rain is a favorite of many and the summer is a good time to reread it.  You can find it whole here and enjoy as the rains fall.  It was made into a film in 1932 featuring Joan Crawford as the prostitute Miss Sadie Thompson.  So you can watch it on YouTube.  The opening scenes make me think I should have a rain barrel to be collecting all this water for later use.  I have a lot to learn about the land.