It’s Sunday and the first day in a while that truly feels like spring. The fruit trees have their blossoms. the kitties are playing outside, and I heard a bird singing. On the air is the promise of spring and the rains fading into memory.

Rain, California rain. It doesn’t come for years then it’s ferocious. Years of never-ending drought punctuated by flood.

Flood. Muddy waters chewing up river banks and crashing over dams. Awesome, unstoppable power. Trees topple in its path, rocks slam into rock, dirt turns to mud, and mud turns to a dreaded brown river. The road loses its firm foundation and collapses down into the valley. Solid hills become soft as the angle of repose sends soil, rock, tree and bush across the freeway, reminding humans that nature still holds power.

Such is my California. Rock, dirt, water and trees standing silent for years and then in a fury unleashed by time and tides rises to attack the feeble roads and bridges we build.

Our monuments to progress. Our temples of technology. Our audacity to assume we can control our world.

The simple fluffy cloud drifts overhead. Changing its shape, first a rabbit, then a doggie, and then darker. A wind rises as more clouds join the chorus and soon lets the tears fall. Mother nature, crying at the scars on the land and the poison in the air.

And the rain keeps coming. The tempo of the drops; a light minuet builds; until a symphony of water and wind the crescendo to the final movement of water crashing over our trivial human obstacles of weirs, dams, and spillways. As the rains recede, the rivers rise as if to applaud the sky and sends its waters to streets lined with cars and houses.

Such are my thoughts with spring in the air and the hope of summer fruit, with kittens playing in the yard.

Till next week,

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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38 Responses to Sunday

  1. This is lovely. Particularly the parts mentioning the kitties. 🙂 I think we need to see pictures. How do we know there are really kitties in the yard?


  2. You westerners complain about to much rain, and I feel for you as I sit in me New Jersey watching the snowflakes float down from the sky…


    • Well, out here we say, “if you can see snow, you’re just to darned close.” However it did snow here once in 1976. Got nearly an inch of the stuff and stayed on the ground all morning. Never understood why people like that stuff.


  3. inesephoto says:

    Beautiful post. No matter how old is our civilization, we will always depend on mother nature.


  4. You wrote about your frustrations with such beautiful and poetic words. A nd lovely to end with the image of kittens playing. Xx


  5. Debra says:

    It’s been an incredible season and I am luxuriating in so much sudden green! Beautifully written, Andrew.


  6. Margy says:

    We seem to be getting more rain here in Arizona this past month, but I haven’t lived here long enough to know if it is typical or not!


    • Yup, you have been getting more rain that normal. Arizona tends to get about the same amount of rain that southern California gets. Arizona is more prone to flash flooding than we are here in Northern California.


  7. You have captured California today perfectly. Yesterday was gorgeous down here. I walked my dog in the crisp chill, bright blue sky, fluffy clouds. Before I finished, rain clouds rolled in and I had to escape!


  8. Glynis Jolly says:

    I know the drought was aggravating and a little daunting. Still, the rising waters of the floods must be horrifying, wondering if it will even stop. My thoughts are with you.


    • This last drought was the worst I’ve seen out here. The flooding was unexpected, but so far not as bad as it could have been. The long range forecast is showing clear skies for the next week. Hopefully we’ll get to dry out a little.


  9. Allan G. Smorra says:

    Beautifully written, Andrew. Last week I passed a sign outside a school that said: Building an Ark—Apply within. In October I hoped that we would get rain, but in waves and not all at once. These Arctic Rivers have been a bit of a surprise, that’s for sure. Perhaps it will taper off into intermittent showers from now until April and give the ground a rest.


  10. lorieb says:

    it does make you wonder doesn’t it if Mother Nature is trying to tell us something. We have had lots of rain here in Eastern Canada, ( even thunderstorms, which is weird for February,) but not nearly to the extreme of your rain.


  11. Up north Mother Nature spins the temperature wheel up and down and like magic we don’t have a fruit crop. 😦


  12. Beth says:

    That’s what I’ve been experiencing too Andrew. I just don’t have the gift of prose to express it so artfully. We just got back from a run around Clear Lake, Oroville, Barryessa and the Sacramento River valley. My attempt at putting it all into words: “Dang, that’s a lot of water!”


  13. PiedType says:

    We’ve given Mother Nature a lot to cry about.

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  14. dorannrule says:

    Beautifully said


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