Clouds

But now they only block the sun
They rain, they snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way ~Joni Mitchell

Oh, the rain, she does fall.
Unapologetic.
Waterfalls roar, trees slide off their banks, entire worlds are changed by each new downpour. Rainwater pushes ridges of leaves into mini-dikes along the edge of the road, catching the human flotsam of discarded bottles, cans, and chip bags. Raindrops form glassy marbles on blades of grass, and gather into big fat drops suspended off the tips of leaves. Clouds let loose across the Jocassee Gorges in hard downpours, ending in fine mist before remnant scraps of cloud settle between the mountains. Out on Lake Jocassee, a lone boat eases through the mist, in and out of coves, watching for revelations of wonder, and mystery. And finding them. ~K