Beneath dark skies
cold up-canyon gusts
strip leaves in showers
of yellows, reds and browns
at provocative angles,
stirring the wild within
to escape dry flesh—
become wet winds
between each limb
and naked twig
to greet the rain’s
drum upon the roof
until we are drunk with it—
blessed and blurry-eyed
to grin with grass.
drycrikjournal 
Strip leaves in showers….I like that imagery.
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When conditions are right, it’s beautiful.
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I hope that’s a current photo, John. 🙂 I understand being drunk with it!
janet
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It’s been awhile since we’ve been overwhelmed with the miracle of rain and its consequences.
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Isn’t it wonderful?
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A beautiful time of year when the hills turn green.
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Ya, rain – keep it coming even if it does render trees bare.
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For the most part, nice slow rains with little runoff here allowing the rain to soak in. Few puddles, this thirsty ground drinks it up.
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Naked now but imagine the spring after this glorious outpouring!
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We tend to savor each day knowing anything can happen, superstitious enough not to look too far ahead. Our springs can be glorious, but also mark the end of greenery and the beginning of our hot summers. This is the time of year we live for.
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Yes!
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Chilly, but greening up nicely. No El Nino influence that we can see… yet.
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