silver lining

So I went jogging this morning and halfway through my warm-up mile, it started to rain. rain. Thankfully it was a spring rain, a light rain, but unfortunately it was a persistant rain and soon everything, everything on my person was soaked. Eventually I had to stop running due to waterlog and slippery roads but I did discover that the rain transforms my front and back yards in the most beautiful of ways.




The rain was like a little mouse,
quiet, small, and gray,
it pattered all around the house
and then it went away.

It did not come, I understand,
indoors at all, until
it found an open window and
left tracks across the sill.

--Rain Poem: Elizabeth Coatsworth