After the typhoon

I splashed to work on a wet midweek morning in the aftermath of an unseasonably early typhoon. The day before it had set the treetops swaying, but now all was still as the rain poured down. On the narrow road through the fields, it was clear the weather wasn't dissuading the residents who have been calling to each other for weeks now.

A rainy morning
From the shelter of spring leaves
The bush warbler's song

In the early afternoon the rain stopped. Later the white orb of the sun was visible, as pale as the moon, as it neared the horizon. After dark the moon itself, halfway to full, was high in a clearing sky.

Grass, weeds, vegetables and flowers have marked time on these rainy days, but the earth is holding the water. Add sun to the equation and there will be explosive growth.

--Julian