The rain came in torrents this week,
fluidic, aqueous, diliquescent
grey, cloudy, and cold.
Like those left behind by ark and Noah, watching, I had nothing to do but stare out at the deluge and repent at the altered landscape.
When would the rain stop?
How can there be that much water in a cloud?
What does the sun look like again?
These were the important questions.
When it finally did on day 9,
I saw a desolate bridge,
an empty wedding venue,
and a dam spilling over the top.
All, soggy artifacts of a watery world,
reminders that we do not live regularly in this saturated state,
giving me an appreciation for a well-defined shadow.