"the rainy day" by rabindrath tagore

rain has been a friend to me for as long as i can remember. throughout this blog you'll find entries devoted to or referring to my apreciation of rain - on equal terms with snow and sunshine and freezing rain and whatever else comes along. it's a hard sell with many of my friends and family who find all but the sunniest, warmest days difficult or depressing. i think i am fortunate this way . . . to see the non-negotiable features of nature as acceptable - even beautiful - regardless of how far they fall from the "ideal". here are some images of rain on my driveway . . . .
a gorgeous picture of rain is painted in "the rainy day" by rabindranath tagore

sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the
forest.
o child, do not go out!
the palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads
against the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings are
silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river
is haunted by a deepening gloom.
our cow is lowing loud, tied at the fence.
oh child, wait here till i bring her into the stall.
men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes
as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain-water is
running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who
has run away from his mother to tease her.
listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford.
oh child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry
is closed.
the sky seems to ride fast upon the madly rushing rain; the
water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home
early from the ganges with their filled pitchers.
the evening lamps must be made ready.
oh child, do not go out!
the road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is
slippery. the wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo
branches like a wild beast tangled in a net.

it's raining now. a lovely sound like soft rice on a wood floor.