There is something soft and sweet in the tune
of a rainy afternoon...
It begs for melody of tea
…and a little poetry
Rain slips in stippled silver notes
It drenches tawny sod
It wakes the bonny seed that wings
In petal-songs to God
Rain drips from heaven-corridors
To floors of hill and plain
An Artist with a muted brush
Paints mirrors on the lane
Rain whispers where winter-gales roared
How soft and sweet it brims
Like little love-songs from the Lord
In tiny droplet-hymns
Rain wrings its melody from clouds
Then flings it to the earth
It dapples window-panes with pearls
And every ditch with mirth
© Janet Martin
I jotted this just before leaving to dabble in a totally different kind of art...PAINTING!
I have never painted before in my life and it was very interesting and the instructor was patient and kind.
I think I could learn to like it with a few more lessons.
His above and mine below...
(Much room for improvement, I know, but just putting a little blurb out here for others interested in checking it out because if I could paint something that vaguely resembles the instructor's painting ANYBODY can! )