A Crack in the Sky

Costa Rica

February 15, 2011

A break in the rain.  The crow of a rooster, the murmer of a dove, the gurgling of an oropendola.  A breathing sky.  The town began to move.  Alive.  A distant cow uttered a depressing moo.  A myriad of birds sang excitedly.  The sky was lighter and now only a cool mist swept through the valley below, illuminated by a struggling sun.

But then, a drop. 

The tapdance starts once more.  The wind quickens its breath, the clouds grow thick, and so begins the light smattering of rain upon tin.  Harder.  A drone.  Then lighter.  A saturated sigh. The clouds thin and reveal a yellow sky.  A quick note, then all at once the birds explode into song.  And the whole drama repeats itself again, and again.

Another day indoors.
Resumes. Coffee. Literature.
A wet step  into the future.