Nature's Place

Rain, Rain, Here it Comes Again



Lots of it. Water falling from the sky. Walking in the nature. So refreshing, just the sense of it. Dripping, splashing, lovely cool wet, wet water.

The frogs are back late this year since the insect season has only just started in earnest with the recent warming of the weather. They are to be heard everywhere, day and night. It is lovely to see them hunting around the house and often sitting on the glass of the doors to the living room. Quiet little green tree frogs.

There is one frog down by the old water tank and I think it is a Pobblebonk, funny name that. I saw a few here last year but I have no recent frog photo’s. It has a call that sounds like a plonk – short deep, hollow wooden sound. It has been calling from dusk till dawn for a week or so now. Until tonight that is, maybe a mate has found him? Or a snake.

Out in the forest the frogs are calling to each other wherever there is water pooled, which is almost everywhere right now. The calls are so varied, there is the common croaking nideep – nideep, a chirruping, plonking and many other calls indescribable. It is a real chorus in places, a symphony of the many voices of frog.

Rain thundering on my roof now, frogs calling, sweet sound to me. The storm began in earnest a little while ago and passed right over the house. It poured down and cracked and flashed mightily with great thunder and lightning.

Out went the lights and the computer. In came the cat with her tail tucked down, hugging close to the ground with not a word from her who is usually so talkative.

Here comes another wave of storm, flashing and crashing and splashing as it gets closer. So refreshing to me tucked up in the warm dry house. So intensely sense.
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