evening after rain

one of the beauties of the human condition ~

we can have similar experiences.

we can have entirely different perceptions.

for evidence of this . . .

read the comments under a blog

when a painting, a poem, a piece of music,

is shared.

~

the experiencing of rain

is a place of differing perceptions.

rain to the west . . . seen here in the canadian woods as painted by frederick varley . . .

varley "evening, after rain"

the dampness

of close-packed soil

underfoot;

the glistening branches

and, somewhere,

a steady drip;

and us alone

in a private world.

(excerpted from "after rain" jeremy page)

rain to the east . . . as seen in in this woodblock by hiroshi yoshida . . .

"evening, after rain"

sudden rain this afternoon

saved my thirsty garden.

now sunset steams the grass

and the river softly glistens.

who’ll organize my scattered books?

tonight i’ll fill and fill my glass.

i know they love to talk about me.

but no one faults me for my reclusive life.

tu fu