Thursday, 28 June 2012

They are drumming on my roof again

Early morning light is seeping under the blind in the new room.  The air is muggy and hot, with the promise of water. It is almost a taste in the air, this impending rain.      


 Then, a sudden drum roll on the window heralds the downpour. Rain hits the leaves, pearling and dropping from the tips and edges.  The finery worn by the roses becomes soft, a soaking dress that droops.  The heads of the flowers droop from the weight.


The drum roll ends, as suddenly as it started.  Natures conductor holds the orchestra silent, until slowly the steady sparrow chip, chip, chip sets the rhythm, then the squirling piccolo blackbird sings. Bit by bit the players are emerging into fresher air, cleared by the drummers insistent beat.


Codicil


In the midst of all this one member of the household has conveyed much displeasure at the weather outside.  In the way only a cat can he has demanded in, then out, then in.  He has washed  himself, just to show he cares not what the weather man says. Before finally demanding one more door opening.


2 comments:

  1. Beautifully written Charlotte..........lovely photos as well.
    Cats, hmmm, mine has just started the morning revolving door routine!!

    A damp morning here too but not as poetic as yours.

    Claire :}

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  2. I could feel it all through your words and images....
    poor kitty ;-)
    rainy day here too, at least for the moment.
    lovely weekend to you.

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