Weather Warning
A redbird came to eat today,
flew by the tray
of fruit and grain
as drops of rain
began to plop and plop and plop.
When each big drop
became a splash,
I heard a crash
and looked to find the bird of red
with tufted head,
escaping claws
of cat’s wet paws.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
1 November 1977– The rain drips and pours relief upon a dry, parched earth. It comes down steadily all day and all night. The brown leaves are soaked and lie heavily upon the ground. The roar of the rain sounds across the silence of the room, loud and then softer it falls, almost hushed, as it drips upon the leaves.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Rain
Forecast
The rain
falls in droplets
in the early morning,
but later it comes in torrents–
and cold.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
last occupants
white-breasted nuthatches
raised a family
© Freeda Baker Nichols
rain refreshes
wilted hibiscus
in August
© Freeda Baker Nichols
Rainy Day Conversation
Young boy asks, “Why does it rain?”
Mom: “To make the grass grow.”
Boy: “Then why is it raining
on the patio?”
© Freeda Baker Nichols
(Conversation between my son and me when he was about five years old)
Photo101 – Day nine – There was no sun in my sight today and I experimented taking pictures of the same subject at different hours of the day.
(Photo A) This photo was taken at 8 A.M. on a cloudy day.
(Photo B) This photo was taken at 2 P.M. after the rain.
I like Photo B the best. It looks like it might be a good prompt for a poem! Which one do you like best?
rain in the Ozarks
a cardinal and his mate
with no umbrella
© 2015 Freeda Baker Nichols
“Thy fate is the common fate of all,
into each life some rain must fall . . .”
Quoting from “The Rainy Day” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
A cardinal waiting his turn at the feeder. Surely the bluejay will leave soon.
Freeda Baker Nichols 