Monday, March 18, 2013

Rainy Day

Rain today. All day. Drenching rain with thunder, giving the truth to a metaphor: sheets of rain.

A day inside. A camera cased, batteries charging and charged. Work and reading, the book disappointing like the rain, bleak and boring. The cat sleeping, still sleeping -- through the day, uncomplaining, unlike me. I'd rather be outside, but one brief errand showed me why I shouldn't be, couldn't be. So, I searched for something to relieve the rain and happily found this:

by Richard Kenney

Sky a shook poncho.
Roof   wrung. Mind a luna moth
Caught in a banjo.  

This weather’s witty
Peek-a-boo. A study in

Blues! Blooms! The yodel
Of   the chimney in night wind.
That flat daffodil.

With absurd hauteur
New tulips dab their shadows
In water-mutter.

Boys are such oxen.
Girls! — sepal-shudder, shadow-
Waver. Equinox.

Plums on the Quad did
Blossom all at once, taking
Down the power grid.

(Tomorrow: a prediction of sun and Tulip Magnolia blossoms.)

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