A Good Rain?
By Scott Anthony
Out on a Saturday walk at the Milton Trail with Mrs. A and the dogs, the sky is bruised and roiling with rain-pregnant clouds. On the ground the leaves weave a beautiful carpet of gold, ocher, and jade. Wet trees hang heavily and create a tunnel above, and we are walking into a cornucopia of color. A few yards below us, a stream filled from previous cloud bursts, gushes around logs pushing leaf boats down dizzying eddies. We slog up the path as the squall lets go the first volley of several gully washers. The rain is thick and hard but the sound is muffled by the leaf-covered turf.
