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The rain muddies the far hills, and in the mountains, snow.
Down here in the valley the creek rises and feeds the river, which rises and feeds the lake, and then the lake rises against the dam. Downstream past the dam the low places flood, all of the flood gates are open. People watch the water rise with worried expressions.
Somewhere there is an edge to all of this, down in the Delta someplace, right where a slough washes against some reeds, and from all of this energy, the reeds sway in the last bit of wave, all of that energy waning at last. A heron wades in, hungry. A fish has made a ripple, or perhaps an air bubble has risen, and the heron goes there to check it out. It is a long night, wet and cold and full.
Finally, the storm passes.
James Lee Jobe
Here, we have a rainy season and a dry season. (a haibun)
So it is that after months of dry heat that the very first rain of the year is a gift and a blessing. As I write this, it is late in the dry season and I am watching the sky and waiting, passing judgment on the cloud formations. Oh, how lovely it would be to one day spy out that very first raindrop.
Bicycling in late summer
on these dry and hot flatlands -
James Lee Jobe
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James Lee Jobe
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Baha'ullah
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