RIDING IN THE RAIN:

It’s fabulous, a light rain, my favourite of days.
We pull over, shelter in the lee of an old hawthorn
& listen. Everything changes in the rain, I don’t mean
the heavy stuff, the ‘frying’, I’m talking about rain
that’s just a notch up from ‘mist’. It suppresses
the rustling of leaves, revealing small sounds, birds,
falling twigs, the passage of microscopic footsteps.
I love the smell of Green & leaf mould, the trickle of
gutter brooklets, the vast grey smudge of a canvas sky
hung behind the day for a photographic eye.

(K)