This morning I had the pleasure of watching the most fantastic hail storm. My sweet little cat and I sat side by side outside on the deck and watched little white pellets and loads of rain smash through the branches of our little forest. We've had some gorgeous fall weather, but today in honor of the rain and the cozy season, here is the poem Seasonal Event by my grandma Anita out of her book Pockets of Time.
A gray day in this land is a time
for scholars
and lovers
when diaphanous scarves of mist
fold into the hills and wrap parched
sensitivities in an intimacy
that no highbright sun could achieve
It presages rain.
Ah, rain! On the face, in the hand--
it breaks into music on trees and stones.
It dissolves the dusts of summer
and holds in suspension a subtle
distillation of muted colorings--
the miracle of a raindrop in a gray day.
-Anita Hamm
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