Sound and Season


I found myself walking in an increasing downpour on my way home from the bank, with an umbrella, but the splashing rain was soaking from the bottom up. The sounds of rain, from insistently tapping on my umbrella to falling off the edge of a bridge into a puddle of its own making to the sound of the creek rushing past to the crashing of the stream in its concrete inlet on its way to the creek, the autumn rainfall was quite the symphony of sound and season.

Copyright (c) Bernadette E. Kazmarski

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