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The Eclectic Pen - Can't Hold the Rain

By: Tracy C. (auntshamaine)  
Date Submitted: 1/4/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Short Stories & Anthologies
Words: 424
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It’s moments like this when I wish I were born with the talent to write; I mean really write. I want words that can paint a picture that I can just read and be able to recall the moment in as vivid detail as I saw it the first time. I sit at the open window in the late evening of a June night. The rain has come and gone all day. Randy lays behind me drifting off to sleep and … I listen… and feel. The sun is just about to be completely set and through the thin veil of rain everything is a strange color. The grass is too green, a little on the lime side and my monarda is too pink: actually a shocking color. The last bit of sun is hitting the wet road and gives the pavement an odd gold shine that is so out of place on our country road. The sound of the rain is all encompassing. Not loud, just steady and sure. I can hear it patter on the leaves and run and drop to the next layer. Steady and sure. A hummer has become so interested in his feeder that he doesn’t care that I am sitting only 2 ft away. His hum is a miracle in itself. A little titmouse has just decided to take refuge in the house by my window. She popped in and I haven’t seen her pert little head since. Yet I know she is there, snug and secure in her little safe haven because I can hear her feathers gently brushing against the wood inside the house. She hears the rain on the little wooden roof… steady and sure. As I write the rain continues a little harder and the sun sets. The light starts to be a little gray and I wonder at the lightening bugs blinking out there in the shady wet. At the window, the air I breathe is so warm and moist that it is sticky. I look around outside and I’m thankful. Thankful for all of it… from the lightening bug who is so small and doesn’t care about the adversity, to the big things like my home and my family who provides my support network just like I provide it for my wild friends. This is where I feel peace. This is my calm. This is where I see evidence of our God daily. I want to reach out and capture this moment in time. The sights, the sounds, and my feelings… BUT, I CAN'T HOLD THE RAIN.

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