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.
Angelina's Garden 
I remember days of that kind of rain… when the soggy ground gives beneath each step you take and the smell of dampness hangs heavy in the air. I love your shadow picture… I find myself taking those pictures on a sunny day after grey skies.
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Thanks for reading. I’m savoring the cooler weather we’re having before the hot spring arrives here in Atlanta
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This is beautiful. The lines you posted when you shared your post drew me in to read more. I’m inspired!
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Also, the photo of the abandoned wedding venue is at the same time gorgeous and haunting!
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Isn’t that weird? We were so
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I think it’s weird that they planned an outdoor wedding in late February!! What were they thinking?
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Thank you for stopping by and for reading! 🙂
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I love this line: “The rain came in torrents this week, fluidic, aqueous, diliquescent grey, cloudy, and cold.”
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Not enough words to describe the amount of cold rain we had last week.
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