And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down……
This past week, the Sunshine State has been a little short on sun.
It is gray and dreary and spooky outside. The raindrops are too big to fit through the screen, so they form a beautiful roof of glass and crystals over my pool. Tiny insects surf the roof in swirls and loops that leave designs for me to ponder.
And the oak tree litter on the screen gives me the willies because it looks like spiders above my head. It is not all gloom and despair though.
The flowers and plants seem to rejoice as they celebrate the rain in vibrancy and vitality.
The water drips off them in a display of overindulgence and delight in being satiated.
The delicate blooms that wither and gasp in the heat and humidity of the relentless sun drink up the moisture and relish in the cool dampness.
The colors are almost surreal and too intense for a man-made lens to capture.
And still the rain comes down. Everything is wet. The dry ground forms puddles, and the pond and the pool grow full with the ever-falling drops.
The raindrops dance on the water with a musical plip-plop melody.
And the baby gators pop their heads up to watch the show from an eye-level seat.
But if it doesn’t stop soon, my pool will overflow and my rubber ducky will be carried away with a whistle.