Pattering softly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.”
― Sherwood Smith

 

 

Ah, blissful rain. After the long, hot summer the rain came blowing in. The leaves shook and shivered in anticipation welcoming the coming shower. The brown grass which has laid lifeless would soak up the raindrops like a hungry cat lapping milk. All the potted plants and landscape flowers were eager to have a drenching. Then it came, just gently but steady.
  

“Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.”
― rajuda

We stayed inside peering occasionally out the window to see if it would last. Gray clouds obscured the sun as we heard the patter of rain hitting the roof. The seasons seemed to change in just one day.

 

 

 

“Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.”
― Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book