Reason to love rain (#2)

Spring in North Carolina means pine pollen. It coats everything: cars, outdoor cats, bikes left outside. If you open your windows (for that wonderful spring breeze) you'll soon discover - a fine yellow dusting on your books, window sills, and picture frames. It looks like someone banged out erases in the middle of your living room. And so I want it to rain. I'm ready for the big spring wash.

bee covered with pumpkin pollen (sometimes it feels like this!)
image via: http://dalantech.deviantart.com/


Spring Morning
by A.A. Milne

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.


Also, a look at what spring rain can do... (thanks to artist Jeff Scher's sweet little animated film, "Welcome Back").




via The New York Times: http://scher.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/04/13/welcome-back/