Welcoming the falling rain
The rain, at first, came sweet and softly
as if to tease, as if to taunt me.
Light moisture perched upon my shoulder
gave subtle call to damp and colder.
No jacket yet, no need for shoes
this regionâ€™s rain is common news.
Yet, with each drop, it grew in size
and as a blanket, cloaked the sky.
Like the pitter and patter of baby’s toes
it giggled down in rows and rows.
And steadily shower spigots came
it rained, it rained, it rained and rained.
Buckets full, the rain came down
quenching thirst of parched Northwest ground.
I focused less on orange and red
seeking jacket, for rain, instead.
Still it drips and drops it seems
from peaks on high, low-valley streams.
It collects on leaves, in dirt, in pools
it sees no boundaries.
it knows no rules.
Rainâ€™s song is loud, its lyrics, clear.
Rainâ€™s presenceâ€”constant, important here.
This land, it breathes, because of rain.
The moment it goes, it comes again.
So think a moment before you shout, â€œWhat is all this noise about?â€
Learn to listen, beyond the racket.
Donâ€™t forget your jacket.
Below are a variety of photos taken of rain’s welcome here at the North Cascades Institute’s Environmental Learning Center.
A glossy coat of rain covers vine maple leaves, vibrant with fall colors
In low pockets, puddles abound at the Learning Center
Deer Creek runs anew with the replenishment of fall rain
Low clouds conceal Sourdough Mountain’s hillsides, as seen at the Learning Center
Here at the Environmental Learning Center, we are welcoming the fall rain by getting outside and playing in it with our many Mountain School students. How are you welcoming in the first big rain of the fall season?Photos courtesy of Kelsi K. Franzen.