up north
not quite so far
lower peninsula
the weather changes its mood
deciding to rain on the lake
—
‘for after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.’
—
glen lake, empire, Michigan, usa, October 2025
‘There are a finite number of times we get to do anything and after the first time it’s a count. We only get to look at the sky so many times in a life. There are a finite number of rainstorms and seasons that we’ll witness, and the number seems so big until it doesn’t. We never know when will be the last time we taste something or see someone or do anything at all. And for all the money in the world, time is not for sale no matter what the doctors say when we beg for more of it toward the end, finally seeing that we forgot to count the raindrops.’
-Cory Richards, The Color of Everything: A Journey to Quiet the Chaos Within
(Random House)
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Art credit: David Hockney: The Arrival of Spring, Normandy, 2020
at the Art Institute of Chicago
at the moment of kickoff
at my grandson’s game
the skies opened up
serving up a main course
of biting sideways rain
with a side dish of high-winded temperature drop
no lighting or thunder
so the game went on
having just taken the umbrella out of my car
at least there was a rain jacket still on the seat
yet quickly apparent that it wasn’t built
for sudden deluge-level weather
nor were the fans’ soon to be inside-out umbrellas
but they kept on playing and playing
while they didn’t win
they stayed in the game
as did the families/fans
showing a lot of heart
when we got to the car
as we made our way out
and onto the road home
the weather left
just as quickly as it had arrived
not one more drop of rain fell
not a wisp of wind was blown
not a chill in the air to be found
as we dripped and dropped in the car
laughing about the crazy storm
so looking forward to hot showers, warm food, and cozy, dry pajamas
our just desserts
after a game
well-played by all.
—
‘the best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.’
-henry wadsworth longfellow
after
a lot, a lot, a lot
of rain
the river rose high
up and over
paths washed out
nice to intersect
where the land met the water
with this very happy dad
following his wife and son
in kayaks
making their way
through what was very recently
a grassy playground
on island park
paddling through to the river
“ever think you’d find yourself paddling here?”
“no, but i’m so, so happy that i am!”
—
“celebrate the success of others. high tide floats all ships.”
-susan elizabeth phillips
beautiful walk in the rain today
discovering
a newly made waterfall
spring flowers in the mud
brilliant green moss
growing on the trees
in the quiet woods.
—
“the rain is falling all around,
it falls on field and tree,
Ii rains on the umbrellas here,
and on the ships at sea.”
-robert louis stevenson, a child’s garden of verses