The wind dances with the rain, tracing murmurs in shallow undulations across the pool.
Blue oscillations move to the percussion of random roadside splashes, washboard slides on roof tiles, and swoosh of twisting leaves.
The murmur swoops and dives, turns and folds then scatters, changing speed and direction in a light and dark, pebbled, fluid motion on the edge of a thin waterfall…
From a lifetime or two ago, starlings fly and waltz across a field.
On the trail of those forgotten images, in a long retreat to the roost from sunset to nightfall, swarms of blackbirds, in waves and dashes, mostly silent, fly to safer destinations, their numbers unending.
Unbidden, the rain dream opens a window onto a dirty pink sky scored with power lines, the whistle of a commuter train and screeching metallic brakes… Is he on it? Or did he stay for one more drink in Grand Central Station?
Black shadows, dark thoughts, echoes of a time out of mind, creep in and encroach on the tap dance of happy drops plopping in crazy staccato moves…
Magic water needles sew buttons on clear blue water.
Bubbles bounce and hold their breath.
Dots and blue stars fall and wake up other dreams:
Thousands of “Look mommy! Look!” jump in splashes and ripples colliding madly.
Laughter and giggles escape in a love song.
From the other bank, the steadfast Pelican watches the antics unperturbed.
This is paradise he says. Rain or shine, behind the clouds, the sky is always blue!
He grins at me from the edge. Should I try to glue your broken beak one more time, I ask.
Nah, he answers. I like this wizened look. It says I lived and put myself in harm’s way. I had adventures… I have more to say and do with a broken beak. What’s missing is not as important or beautiful as what is left.
The mimosa chortles but the peppertree shakes and rolls with unrestrained laughter…
It is raining today. The wind plays, paints pictures, sings and dances a soft shoe number on ripples, between dreams and raindrops.
unbuttoned or undone 
Lovely.
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Thank you. I hope it made you smile.
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It did
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Indeed!
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Are you having rains now too, or is it still brutally hot?
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Bit chilly actually, Em, and we have had rains. It’s not enough to break the drought or resupply the reservoirs (the main one servicing Sao Paulo has lifted from a desperately dangerous 6% to 16% in the last 2 weeks). Weird weather. One would almost suspect it was all changing because of something 😉
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That’s a lot of rain in a short while. Weird weather here too. … and sea intrusion in parking garages, stores, and here and there a land slide.
Could it be that all the methane cows release is influencing the weather?
Can’t think of what else would….
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Must be the cows, yes, absolutely! I always suspected they were conspiring against us. It’s the only rational explanation.
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Good to hear you’ve had some rain! I read the news and worry for you (and a few million others)…
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Thank you, my friend! That means a lot. I’m not in SP, though… further north on the way to Rio, and our water comes straight from a river which has a massive natural catchment in the mountains. Still, SP is in terrible trouble and it looks like rationing will be enacted.
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Thank goodness you’re not in the city! A river and mountains sounds lovely…. 🙂
Rationing and a cycle of on / off is workable, if there is enough foresight. Sounded like the recent round of trouble was partly due to denial.
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Yup, and bad management, but denial certainly played a role. The minister for energy and resources assured everyone Jesus would make it rain. No, I’m not kidding. The man actually said that.
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Wow. Now I get the urgency of your blog.
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Incroyjollyable!
Tu fais une tapisserie des mots magiques, des images mystiques, des reves troublants.
Magnifique, comme d’habitude.
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Si je t’ai emmene dans ma reverie, je suis contente. Merci.
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Beautiful rhapsody of sights and sounds teasing out memories and acceptance. It reminded me of my childhood at my grandmother’s house staring out of the window of her Florida home as the summer rains nourished my imagination and the thick St. Augustine grass. I would completely lose myself in a daydream where anything was possible. Of course, the difficulty started after the rain when I attempted to reenact my dreams. I never did learn to overcome gravity and the attempts were sometimes painful.
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Cuts and bruises are definitely wake up calls!
Thank you for sifting through the pictures and finding common grounds… and puddles!
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Good morning, Emm
You write of the rain, yet I look out the windows and only see the white of new fallen snow. Hhmmphh!!! So much for Spring! PERHAPS it will warm up by May.
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It’s coming Paul, keep your chin up… or tucked in behind your collar to keep warm!
The sun isn’t showing up for long here and the Med isn’t in a playful mood.
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Hello M.
How nicely you paint with words.
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Thank you Noel. You are sweet.
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So gorgeous. Can’t add any more words for fear of taking some of the beauty away….
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Thank you Kat. Big hugs.
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