Dark gray sky. Rain, deep soaking rain. Rain in monochromatic curtains outline windows looking out onto gray. The rainy season covers grass and pavement and garden – and time. We waited and wished for rain during the heat and dust and struggle of summer. Now, it is here. Days on end of drizzle, downpours, sheets of rain. It is here, it is incessant, yet it is appreciated. In true Pacific Northwest style, water-proof shoes and rain coat await near the door for the hardy walker/gardener/hiker. Out we go because soon enough the dry season will return along with hopes for rain. Today, in this wet and gray moment of time, are found hardy signs of the covenant of life – when rain arrives, growth thrives.
Peace.
While I Was Gardening 