Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Concerning Rain on a Tin Roof.
Rain drops fell rhythmically on the gray tin roof, running down in spiralling and glistening trails to the ground below. Droplets hitting rich green leaves pooled in their veins, until they grew so heavy that they shed the pools in sudden and minute crystal inundations onto the leaves and mossy ground below. The surface of the lake rippled a million times as each tiny drop impacted. A band of bantering geese glided across the surface of the ripples, splitting them into tiered pyramids with the crisp whiteness of their bodies. Hinges creaked on the old red painted wooden door of the lake house as it stammered open, and two conspiratorial figures moved out into the tepid downpour.