Pitter patter.

3.4.2011


It's that funny temperature outside--the temperature that feels like it should be snowing, but instead, it rains. It's about 40 degrees out, I'd say, although I just checked online and apprently it's 49 degrees...but it feels like 45. Well I'm sitting right out on my back porch and it feels much colder than that. At least it does when you sit out here for more than five minutes.

But I love these days, and I love the rain, too. This probably has something to do with the fact that I've been seeing white for the past 3 months; compliments to winter. And now as I stare at the puddles forming on my deck; at the raindrops splashing mercilessly onto the worn, faded planks, I shed much appreciation for all climates. There's something about the pitter patter on rooftops, windows, and umbrellas that is naturally pleasing to the ear. Something more cozy about a warm house when outside rain pounds against the windows. Something more enthralling about driving when heavy drops seem to encompass the whole windshield--even with the highspeed wipers on.

If I were a pro-photographer with a flashy camera, I would spend all day sitting in the rain, waiting patiently to capture that precise moment when a raindrop hits a puddle. That moment when the tiny ripples form and scurry outward to the edge--but it's only there for a moment. Or how about capturing a perfect reflection in a puddle, distorted only slightly to allow the viewer to know that it is water? That picture, that'd be gold, at least to me.

The daylight is quickly disappearing, and I best be off, to enjoy the indoors. My butt is sore, my feet are cold, and my fingertips freezing. But I could stay out here a long time. Rain.