3.6.20

Waking to rain


I wake to rain, the first we have had for weeks. The early morning light is pale and dull, falling like soft ash across the plaster walls of our bedroom, merging the old exposed paint layers into a pearlescent map, a mysterious, unexplored land of mists and grey seas.

The rain outside falls softly and steadily. A faint aroma of iron drifts through the thin, worn curtains, a metallic top note underlaid with the verdant aromas of parched vegetation drinking greedily, the wet fruitiness of dry earth swelling into a dark, moist cake.

Beyond the soft sound layer of muted splashing, there is faint, rhythmic clattering from the machinery of a mechanical farm beast working the fields, peppered with the piercing cries of small hedgerow birds. The silver lace of a blackbird’s song threads through, holding all together with a crescendo knot of joy.

Far distant, the bustling roar of a train rises and fades, disappearing to Beyond.

7 comments:

Shrimpton and Perfect said...

It was lovely to wake to the sound of rain this morning, The trees and plants are enjoying the weather too. Hope you are keeping busy and well.
love Jean

knutty knitter said...

We woke to heavy Autumn rain and a loud crash as a couple of Japanese tourists living here through lockdown hit the post opposite our bedroom. They skidded down backwards...nobody hurt, cups of tea all round. This is what happens when you live on Baldwin Street!

viv

Lilbitbrit said...

Sounds idyllic and rain does clean everything up. We had a terrible thunderstorm come through, and I think half the town still has no electric. I thought our half was OK because we do have power, but I'm up in the wee hours of the morning and see there is no light on the other side of the street, so guess we were fortunate. A phenomena with the thunder was that it continually roared in the background, for a long period of time. It seems it happens some times when certain conditions are met. I have never experienced that before. A good rain does wonders for the garden and safes one a lot of work.

Unknown said...

Wowh. Sounds like a poem. love it.

rossichka said...

I had the feeling I was reading a book! I saw and felt, and heard everything... You have a gift of writing, Gretel!

Pam said...

Beautiful writing!

Granny Sue said...

Ooooo, magical! I love this post.