Monday, November 19, 2012

Apres Moldy le Déluge

It is raining right now but to say that it is raining doesn't really convey the watery reality of what we are experiencing. Every ten minutes or so we get a day's worth of rain, probably one of the record dry days that we had this summer which toward the end made Moldy say, "I am tired of all this sunshine I don't care if it rains all winter long."

So it is Moldy's fault.

Don't worry we will punish her but really it is a kind of no-fault rain that only happens here. It doesn't happen every year but when it does it really does. It is now. It is raining a humbling rain, great sweeps of it thrumming across the meadow. The cottage roof is leaking into a collection of saucepans spread about the bedroom and living room. The gutters are dripping over their sides. Lost Beaver Lake is almost full. The barnyard is a mud pit. There is thunder in the distance. Even Willen went into his run-in, and he is gazing blankly out at the rain, ever so slightly taken aback. It takes a lot to take Willen aback. He doesn't usually go aback.

Bumbles is crying, she got trapped outside. I might let her in later, but I would have to get up and push the door open, and that seems like a lot of trouble. The wind slammed it shut.

It is Tom Robbins rain. It has no plans to stop. I know we mentioned it before, but here it is again, still worth mentioning, since it is the main feature of our life right now. We are waiting, as we always do, for a miracle. We are waiting quietly. There is a hush.

Except for Bumbles.

"The rains will steal down from the Sasquatch slopes. They will rise with the geese from the marshes and sloughs. Rain will fall in sweeps, it will fall in drones, it will fall in cascades of cheap Zen jewelry...And it will rain a fever. Mossy-haired lunatics will roam the dripping peninsulas. Moisture will gleam on the beak of the Raven...Rain will eat the old warpaths, spill the huckleberries, cause toadstools to rise like loaves...And it will rain a miracle..." ~~~~~~ Tom Robbins


Marigold said...

Oooo! I want a miracle. Where can I get one? I only want a dry one, by the way. With Peanuts in its pockets.

Selkie and Sarabi said...

Oh, that's what we're waiting for! We thought we were just waiting for our evening snack. Or for the mud outside the door to become a lovely lake - almost there. But a miracle sounds kind of nice. Wait - we're not talking about the miracle of birth here, are we? Because we've still got two months to worry about that.

Ozarks Goat Girl said...

Millie, puh-lease go open the door and let Bumbles in. I don't want any of those mossy-haired lunatics grabbing her up.

Goat Girls Rule! said...

Cher Millie, S'il vous plaît ouvrez la porte pour Bumbles. Avec nos remerciements. Les filles de chèvre de la Ferme Cudzoo.

goatfarmer said...

avec plaisir.