Macro Monday: After the rain

May 30, 2022 ~ oneletterup ~ 11 Comments

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
Rachel Carson

Last week my daughter and I visited the U.S. National Arboretum in Washington, DC. An overcast sky hung overhead. It was the day after a heavy rain and many of the flowers were laboring under the weight of residual raindrops. Hopefully they were able to spring back up once the sun came out.

In the meantime I took advantage…as it’s one of my favorite subjects – Water on Flowers. A fleeting photo opportunity before those drops disappeared!

Cee’s Flower of the Day

Sunshine’s Macro Monday: Drops

February 10, 2020May 27, 2020 ~ oneletterup ~ 31 Comments

Inspired by Sunshine’s Macro Monday #28

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A soft rain was falling one day last week during a trip to the grocery store. Almost a mist. No wind. Cold, but not freezing.

I didn’t pay much attention…until I was ready to start the car and drive home. After buckling my seat belt, I realized not much was visible from any of the car windows…except a light pole across the street.

Tiny circles (and light poles) everywhere.

window drops

Once I started driving, they slid away and disappeared.

Raindrops

June 4, 2019 ~ oneletterup ~ 2 Comments

This post inspired by June photo a day challenge

The prompt: Raindrops

Spring time brings rain.
And more rain.

And…healthy green grass by the side of the road.

raindrops

Rain…Yay!

April 11, 2019 ~ oneletterup ~ 20 Comments

This post inspired by V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #43: Rain

What is rain?…

RAAAIIIN!!
RAAAAIIIN!!
RAAAIIIN!!

A warm July evening…
A small boy dashed from one puddle to another…his voice pitched high with excitement. His wispy blonde hair matted from the downpour.

Be careful Buddy!…

He jumped back from the edge of the concrete steps…onto the lawn. The ground soaking wet. He hopped. One foot. The other foot. Arms waving.

Do you like the rain?…

He stopped. Gaze fixed. On the grass. The garden. The fence. Through the rain drops. Watching. And listening. The summer shower hitting the porch. The roof. Dripping down his forehead. His nose.

He blinked fast to clear his eyes.
Short legs planted firmly. Arms spread wide.
His body momentarily a statue…

RAAIIN!!

Another hop. A small jump. A twirl. Fingers patted the evergreen bush.

The ground spongey. T-shirt stuck to his tummy. Shorts soaked.
The brick walkway puddled.
Splash…one blue sneaker. Splash the other one.
A two-year old’s happy tap dance. A smile plastered in place.

Do you like the rain?..

RAAIIN!!

Where’s the rain coming from, buddy?

SKY!!

Little wet hands reached out.
Unfolded.
Palms up…

RAIN!!

Do you like the rain?..

He paused. Pointed and…turned to his parents.
His outstretched arms raised in celebration…
A Victory V…
…and a final shout…

RAIN!!
YAYYYYY!!