It was gray all day. Rain had been forecast and I delayed going for a walk
even though I knew Now would definitely be better than Later.
Grass in the Coke Field is already ankle high, much of it squishy
underfoot from earlier showers.
As I skirted the edge of the little woods, I looked up to see a large nest,
too big for most birds in the area, too weird to be a squirrel's abode.
Glancing into the still leafless branches, I saw I was
being watched by a large hawk. She was at least a foot tall,
her herringbone patterned breast echoing the patterns of
the naked trees behind her. Too fast, I reached for my camera,
startling her into flight. I looked for her, but she had flown
to another shelter, waiting for me to leave.
I'll go back another day. And another.
I walked on, feeling a mist of rain on my face that
turned into drops, then became a shower.
Somehow, I convinced myself I could walk between
the raindrops and enjoy the shower without becoming sodden.
I took the time to visit some trees, to check on
a couple redbuds and a plane tree in the neighborhood,
and to try for pictures of rain on these pretty trees.