Rain was in the forcast. A whole weekend of torrential downpours, thunderstorms and gloom. And Friday, it did rain, hard. No thunder and lightning. Just the type of rain you usually see when you watch a movie that is set in Los Angeles. Why rain is always shown in Los Angeles movies is a mystery to me but start to notice and you will see they will invariably have rain. Heavy, unforgiving downpours.
But Saturday morning, the clouds scuttled apart from each other and the sun turned the water drops into brilliant diamonds. I was sitting on the sofa, drinking my tea, watching the light dim then brighten as the clouds continue to quickly move. I turned my attention to the chimes hanging outside. To the drops of water hanging on a few of the bars. Magic.
I didn't catch the moment when it fell and wonder how long it hung on. Did it simply evaporate?
Ah, one of those mysteries I can only imagine.
Now it is cool and sunny and the waterdrop has transformed itself, the proof of its existence captured. A moment in time.
