Today the rain is constant. No wind disturbs its journey. I watch the lines of water reaching down, from sky to earth, hear the thrum of water on our metal roof. The sound changes rhythm and tone as clouds move overhead.
I’ve tried several times to take a photo of what the rain is doing but it is elusive and plentiful at the same time and cannot be adequately captured. I retreat into my archives and do a search for “rain” and I am shown all that holds it : train, brain, brainstorm, rainbow…
And I find this which I saved in March 2020:
What I know is that it’s going to be better. If it’s bad, it might get worse, but I know that it’s going to be better. And you have to know that. There’s a country song out now, which I wish I’d written, that says, ‘Every storm runs out of rain.’ I’d make a sign of that if I were you. Put that on your writing pad. No matter how dull and seemingly unpromising life is right now, it’s going to change. It’s going to be better. But you have to keep working.
I will keep working. Thank you Maya, thank you rain.
From my image archives – a mixed-media piece, a few words on the side:
the sky tilts
today’s ocean moves
mingles with sky
anoints the beach
pushes stones into new colours
textures the day with possibility
calls out your number