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Friday, May 16, 2014

Spring Rain...


Plomp...plomp...I can hear it when it starts hitting the metal roof...


or my umbrella...pling...pling...


counting each drop...


then quickly building to a crescendo each drop racing the next until...

Summer Rain On Queen Anne's Lace 

it becomes a solid shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sound.


Spring rain it's natures' car wash making our world shiny and liquid... 



washing away the accumulated dust and pollen, chasing it into small trickles...


dripping off the flowers and trees becoming...


streams rushing into the rivers that surround us... 

  Chesterfield Gorge, Edward Fielding            

growing ever larger...
  
  
until finally it meets the sea...


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