Tag: rain

Just Rain

When we were interring Daddy in the Old Chapel Hill Cemetery (x marks the spot, a shovel, and an urn), rain fell. We held umbrellas, but we were moving, digging and tossing dirt. The August rain dripped slow and steady—not warm, not cool, just rain—and even as it was happening, I knew I’d never act afraid of the rain again. No running to...

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Spring is Made for This

Ahhhh, it is going to rain. The thunder rumbles, lightning flashes against the window pane. Drops patter on glass, the shadows of the cedar undulate in the street lamp. Once I saw a raccoon scale the nighttime cottonwood like Dracula. Tonight, the lush spring plants arch toward the rain.

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Reading in the Rain

I don’t know where you are—based on my blog stats, there’s a good chance you might be in Brazil or New Zealand or Italy or India or Britain—but whatever part of the world you’re in, it might be raining.  That steady downpour that makes you hunt a sofa, a blanket, a warm cup of coffee or tea.  You need a nap, really, a chance to drop off to...

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