I was living in Indiana from '85 to '95. During that time period, California was experiencing drought where my daughter lived. My ...

Rain arrives with gifts for tree. Clear moist spheres embrace branches, cling to buds, then fall away with farewell kisses. Rain lov...

The rain is gone, fruit trees are budding and  throwing out their first blooms. Apricot, peach, plums. Yum. Can hardly wait. My hands itch...

Raindrops running down the windowpane hurrying through pathways to the thirsty earth. Green lushness awaiting to grow. Little grubs an...

fog haunts mountain drivers peer anxious red lights glow in snake formation some too close wheels sing with pavement their own ...

Branches dance to orchestration chimes caressed by the wind water dripping between spaces so many pebbles pounding the roof gutters ru...