weather rain string

Rain streams down in soft strings. The birds twitter on but there is also the sound of rain rushing down. It is on and off; jus tnow, there was a spurt of slanted rain, now there are a few pale lines visible against the verdant gardens. The sky is heavy and white, like dirty laundry left to soak in soapy detergent.

What would Homer say, eh? White-nimbed day looked down upon the draiads. Noble Narcissus and Daphne of the bright eyes could not pour libations to the gods on high Olympus because they were a flower and a tree.

It just occurs to me that Daphne of Some Like It Hot fame was wonderfully aptly named as s/he was transformed into something else by her encounter with a Man, just as Daphne was changed into a laurel tree as she ran away from Apollo.

ETA: Not so much a rushing as a strumming on tiles now. It's pelting down. The rooftops glisten. The trees wave their fronds like little hands.

On Saturday, we forgot the guinea pigs in their run and had to blow-dry them, they were so wet and bedraggled.