Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Raining
It's raining. A languid summer rain that over two days hasn't accumulated more than 0.5 inch. It's the kind of rin that is soaking in and I'll have to mow the lawn next week. The rain makes a gentle hiss like a steady breeze rustling the leaves, but the wind is totally still. 9:30 pm and deep twilight. The bright greenish-yellow flashes of lightening bugs are rising over the brown grass. The sun is behind clouds and below the horizon, but shadows under the trees are evident, cast by the wan light scattered through the cloud cover. The splash and dribble of rain water from the downspout sounds like the burbling of water flowing over rocks in a little stream.
Every now and then, there is the deep buzz of a humming bird. They are ferociously territorial and with high-pitched squeeks and wings rattling in collisions, they chase each other in mad acrobatics.
Nose inside the glass, a small draught of Kentucky's finest provides the distinct spicy, oak smell and taste-tingle to accent and finish off a quiet evening. [BTW, it is Buffalo Trace's Eagle Rare, hard to beat.]
Every now and then, there is the deep buzz of a humming bird. They are ferociously territorial and with high-pitched squeeks and wings rattling in collisions, they chase each other in mad acrobatics.
Nose inside the glass, a small draught of Kentucky's finest provides the distinct spicy, oak smell and taste-tingle to accent and finish off a quiet evening. [BTW, it is Buffalo Trace's Eagle Rare, hard to beat.]
