After the Storm
From my window, the air over the pasture is pale blue with humidity left over from last night’s rain. From the front porch, we hear the creek murmur–weakly, recovering from a month of losing its voice–and from under the maple at the edge of the yard and the forest beyond Nameless creek, the gentle plop-plunk of raindrops falling leaf to leaf to ground.
From deeper in the woods where this picture was taken a few days back, fat raindrops sound as if they were falling on a cardboard box. The broad leaves of Ann’s favorite Frazier Magnolia tree at the edge of the pasture make a sound so distinctive in the aftermath of a storm that my ear knows the species by the sound of rain splatting on its leaves. Larger Image link.