A Rainy Day on the Mountain

This morning was beautiful. The sun was shining and the sky was a stunning shade of perfect blue. We ate our lunch outside on the Folk N' Ale - cheese, salami, and crackers.

Piglet sleeping in the warm and dry tiny house.

Now, the sky is dark and it is raining. These pop up showers are completely normal in the mountains of Western North Carolina. They are caused by weather fronts backing up over the mountains. Matt was outside clearing an area under two large trees for us to do our next outdoor project. He called to tell me he walked all the way up to the ridge where there are huge granite outcroppings. He is waiting out the rain under a large rock ledge.

I was about to put the laptop away because I am done with my work for the day when I thought of this poem by Shel Silverstein. Enjoy.

Rain

 

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.