A rainy day is a musical gift. Shane and I lie quietly listening to the patterns of rain slap and tap tap tap against the sunroom roof. Shhhhhhhhhh-ta-shhhhhh, te tu tu shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Okay, that's not how it really sounds; it's not my fault your human alphabets can't twist themselves into the sounds of Nature.
There are crescendos and fades and instances of silence that burst its own seams with anticipation—my anticipation—of the next wave: shhhhhhhhhh-ta-shhhhhh, te tu tu shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It's not pleasant to be out in the rain, at least not for me. Shane doesn't care because he has that thick seal's coat. My coat is like a crocheted sweater. Brrrrrrrrrr. No protection at all. So, sitting in the sunroom on a rainy day is like having my Milk Bone and eating it, too.
Perfection is achievable; sometimes it's an onomatopoeia, sometimes it's Pavarotti's high C, and sometimes it's a rainy day under a metal roof. You just have to accept it for what it is.
Best wishes, Juno
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Juno
What a lovely thought rain can be music ....We alwys have big storm and lighting crashes...too much music for us.....We like BACH..
and the Three Tenors - Placido is our favorite....
We would like to tag you to play.
The game is to list 5 new year's resolutions and then tag 5 more friends.
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