Not living in the UK means that Rain is worth a mention here.
Especially when accompanied by a fifteen degree drop in temperature.
This time last week we were desperate to jump into the lake to cool off.
This morning it's wellies and a raincoat.
All is not as grey as the weather however, the plants are getting a good dusting, it's making the mushrooms grow, and we're looking forward to going back to school as there's nothing else to do.
It also means today's poetry subject was self -evident.
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.
Life, like my cheek in the morning mirror, is sometimes more wrinkly than others.
However, just as real wrinkles are merely the echoes of smiles, I think a wrinkly life isn't necessarily a bad thing.