Reading some posts from a year ago this time reveals
we were much further along in Spring.
The trees had flowered, the days were warmer.
But it was raining frequently.
Here in the Shire, it turned out to be a very, very wet year.
Today we have another dark and rainy morning.
So while my work project continues to take my writing time,
here's an encore post about a rainy March morning.
Watching the Rain
There is something to be said for watching it rain.
When it comes down absent a breeze, it falls in straight lines.
When the falling rain hits a wood rail, the raindrops
pop up and out like staccato notes on a piano.
and slip down one at a time to join other drops,
forming clear, fat drops that linger on the window sash
One would think they would all drop at once, but they don't.
Some hang suspended, waiting for the one drop