A few raindrops came down. Pitter pat. Pitter pat. All that pollen dust dampened to paste. An hour went by with nothing more than a darkened sky. We waited, peering out the windows while we ate supper.
Then, thankfully, the dark clouds swirled again and a real downpour rinsed the whole world.
Yellow pollen lace around Georgia red clay puddles...
Yellow pollen swirls along the pavement...
Streams of yellow pollen...
And finally whole yellow pollen rivers...
Then the rain slowed and stopped. The sky lightened a little bit, giving a last bit of brightness to the evening. Everything was rainwashed and sparkling...
The jumbled clusters of wisteria dripped...
Yesterday a friend from Belgium told me that wisteria is called "blue rain flowers" in Dutch. Perfect.
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