As one song puts it, "I love a rainy day" Right now, on June 7, 2015 - the tree branches are bowed from a heavy downpour and cars are swishing past my house. If I went out my front door right now and took a short walk, I would see the elms along our city boulevard dripping with rain and smell the distant scent of white lilacs, car exhaust, mowed lawns and I could peer into the many puddles on the road reflecting the images that surround them.
The rocks I climb across will have deep cushions of sphagnum moss after a rainfall, some so green they look almost neon in the shade. I have to walk carefully as those rocks will be slippery with wet soil hidden under the moss, while the earth on the paths I descend into will be dark and rich with odors, There I will find my mushrooms.
"The sudden appearance of mushrooms after a summer rain is one of the more impressive spectacles of the plant world." John Tyler Bonner
of rain and wind, of the galaxies. Eden Ahbez
The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept
One must know the so-called 'lesson of a downpour.' A man, caught in a sudden rain en route, dashes along the road not to get wet or drenched. Once one takes it for granted that in rain he naturally gets wet, he can be in a tranquil frame of mind even when soaked to the skin. This lesson applies to everything. Yamamoto Tsunetomo
Listen to the falling rain,
.... my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
Long rain has not harmed the land.
think about the green foliage that sparkles