Pattern and Thought

The skies opened wide earlier today and delivered heavenly urnsful of life-giving water. The sound of the rain offers us a blanket of comfort that no other element does. It envelopes us in its maternal embrace, sometimes with such a fierce protectiveness and at other times, gently, like a pigeon cooing.That rain makes the trees in the backyard stand up tall and

*Himself (my Macadamia Nut tree) gets a slicked-back look that has him appear Clooney-like, very suave and debonair. There are leaves piled up in the corner of the backyard, the unexpected fall of rain this morning has dampened their enthusiasm to dance around the lawn with their usual gay abandon. They seem subdued and unimpressed with life today.

The ground around them threatens to bog their feet the moment they think of stepping out, but there