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Autumn Rain

October 18, 2010

My heart has never carried a fondness for cold, dreary seasons, but the first autumnal rainfall is always sweet. It arrived midday, yesterday in the central valley where I live. A rush to bring in patio pillows, garden tools, and shoes forced me outdoors. Ralphie stayed back, protected under the eaves, and watched me gather summer’s paraphernalia.

I should have believed the weather report and prepared beforehand, but then I’d miss the amusement of dashing about in the rain. I would have missed the smell of wet dirt rising to gray light where birds sang from treetops and utility wires, the splash of water beneath my shoes, sky-fallen droplets on my tongue, slanted showers against my face, and wiggly earthworms on hardscape.

A couple of potted plants were dry so I placed a bucket under the downspout and then used the water to wet the plants’ roots. I turned off the timers, sighed at the soggy hammock, covered the outdoor furniture, and thought about hauling firewood from the barn to the house. Clogged with debris, water pinged against gutters as I passed by them hurrying to go indoors.

The amusement wound down as my jeans got wet, my skin chilled, and the work was less fun. The sweetness of the first autumnal rainfall had worn off. Then, later at day’s end when the rain ceased and a small cloud parted, the season’s charm had returned with a beautiful sunset. Copyright © 2010 Dianne Marie Andre

 

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