Imitation of Ulysses by James Joyce
In a steady drizzle the rain drops fall, washing away, puddling, muddling. Mulch in the flowerbeds will be swept away. Maybe; hopefully not. Time will tell. Rainfall sings, listen: flsh, fsss, mmmhh plsh. Light water fall through clouds, ethereal mists, trees. On the roof it raps: rat ‘a’ plat tat: guzzling in gutters. Now soft; now hard. If falls purring frizzle, silver veil sizzle, constant dreamy drizzle.
Under the refreshing cloudburst the floaty green trees sway lazily and drop precious little leaves, like kisses, to the ground, in splish-splashing drops dancing like light-stepping fairies. Day after day, spring showers come and go: leaving the earth soft, misty, sweet. Earth is refreshed: and, with water tickling through its veins, it breaths life into its inhabitants. I feel it, stirring in creation: thriving, oh yes, exalting in the coming of spring.
In a steady drizzle the rain drops fall, washing away, puddling, muddling. Mulch in the flowerbeds will be swept away. Maybe; hopefully not. Time will tell. Rainfall sings, listen: flsh, fsss, mmmhh plsh. Light water fall through clouds, ethereal mists, trees. On the roof it raps: rat ‘a’ plat tat: guzzling in gutters. Now soft; now hard. If falls purring frizzle, silver veil sizzle, constant dreamy drizzle.
Under the refreshing cloudburst the floaty green trees sway lazily and drop precious little leaves, like kisses, to the ground, in splish-splashing drops dancing like light-stepping fairies. Day after day, spring showers come and go: leaving the earth soft, misty, sweet. Earth is refreshed: and, with water tickling through its veins, it breaths life into its inhabitants. I feel it, stirring in creation: thriving, oh yes, exalting in the coming of spring.
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