“Ploomp go the first fat raindrops…”
“Each little drop digs a dark little hole and the smell of wet dust tickles my nose.”
“On the old tin roof of the garden shed the drops all try to talk at once…Ping Ping PingaDing…“
“…and they chuckle together as they run down the drain.”
“Tomorrow I may find all the rain gone, with only a sparkle still caught in a spiderweb….”
Excerpts from ‘Rain Talk’ by Mary Serfozo.
March 11, 2015