Plomp...plomp...I can hear it when it starts hitting the metal roof...
or my umbrella...pling...pling...
counting each drop...
or my umbrella...pling...pling...
then quickly building to a crescendo each drop racing the next until...
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...
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...
streams rushing into the rivers that surround us...
growing ever larger...
