mantranomics (3/April /18)

really it just rained, really… all day pretty much, I don’t think it stopped from starting the night before under the cover of dark, out of sight but very much in your ear, then all day incessantly, in perpetual motion lubricating the air… is it any wonder why we are said to be obsessed with the weather here, being there so much of it, chopping and changing with the kind of whimsy that would make even the whimsiest whim blush… it’s possible one could say it did stop for maybe an hour’ish, although, did it really?… I don’t know why I’m asking you, you weren’t/ aren’t even here… I’m sure there was still the odd rogue droplet determine to keep the rain-faith going until, there it was again, and actually still is even now, another day later… really a manky, damp squib of a day…

roads swilled with more puddles than you could splash in wearing wellies, jumping up and down with all your mighty jumping skills… I know because I went out in it… briefly… but apart from that I spent the day staring at rain, watching it, listening to it drift and drone and dance, clouds conjuring an inexhaustible supply of the soggy stuff, its aqueous, hydrous soundtrack mantranomically mumming…

I did some writing, stared at rain, did some reading, stared at rain, drank coffee, stared at rain, drank tea, stared at rain, had a bath, listened to rain, cooked dinner, stared at rain…

I’d like to say there was more to today than there was but… there wasn’t… still, it’s purple-sprouting broccoli time, clearly lovin’ the rain…… aren’t baths brilliant places to ponder, I pondered a lot in the bath today and guess what, some of it made sense!… I know!… who’d’ve thought…

the forsythia’s flowering, no leaves yet, that’s how they roll, it’s yellow looking quite coquettish against the grey cloud and drizzle… the cherries are budding and as such the bullfinches are back… my long-standing Berberis has been hammered by the frosts and particularly the beast from the east Siberian shock-horror wind we had, looking decidedly browned-off where it should be green, but it’ll recover, I’m sure… the lavender’s have put out a few flowers though, brave souls……

anyway, it rained, it still is…

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