Last night, I was woken twice by thunderstorms passing through noisily. Great flashes of lightning lit up the bedroom and rain pounded on the roof. This morning, it is wet, wet, wet. The ground is puddled and muddy. The sun popped out briefly this morning, but it is dull now, and more thunder showers are in the afternoon weather forecast. The river had pretty much subsided after the spring runoff of snow and ice, but it rose dramatically during the night.
Rainy days bring to mind the expression “Nice weather for ducks!” The wee Hooded Merganser ducks that passed through a week ago have moved on but there are still a few Mallards resting on the river. Since April is National Poetry Month, I’ll leave you with this little offering:
The Prayer of the Little Ducks
give us a flood of water.
Let it rain tomorrow and always.
Give us plenty of little slugs
and other luscious things to eat.
Protect all folk who quack
and everyone who knows how to swim.
by Carmen Bernos de Gasztold