The rain on the wisteria around eight this morning was so
delicately beautiful, the light perfume from the flowers subtly overwhelming, a
soft pastel smear of lilac hitting my eyes and the vodka clarity of the
raindrops making me want to gently shake the blooms and collect the nectar. I
almost went to fetch a glass. Instead I caught a couple of drops on my
fingertips and tasted them.
Occasionally something clicks and the world gets me all over
again, or should I say that I get it? Odd that a couple of raindrops could, for
a few moments, make me forget all the shit in this dirty world; the pain, hurt, greed,
the badness and the bad people, all gone for a couple of moments inside the taste of
a tiny raindrop and the fragrance of a wisteria chain. The world tasted fresh, it tasted sweet.
Let it rain.
Let it rain.
Colette Bradley
ReplyDeleteWe've just planted a white wisteria and it's stunning! x
Andrew Height
DeleteSounds nice Colette Bradley