Light Rained Down

Lake St Clair, Tasmania, September, 2009

 

Rain drummed staccato on the metal roof, waking me before dawn. I lay in bed listening,

my nose like a dog’s, cold to the touch. Wind gathered itself in a gust, dropped, then rose

again. I rose too, ate a late breakfast and left the cottage as the sun came out, splashing the

smooth trunks and wet leaves of black peppermint gums, flooding the world with light.

Everything glittered. Ten minutes later more rain.

 

It falls again now. But even while water drums on the roof and pours from its corrugations

to splatter on the duff of eucalyptus leaves and bark, sun streams through the canopy,

highlighting the forest with drops of pure light, rippling along branches, down trunks,

pooling on the ground.

 

Does light behave like water? I say “flooding,” I say “streams,” I say

“light rains down, flows into the room, washes across the floor, ebbs out

the other side”…

 

Published online June 01 2010.

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This piece was published in ‘The Early Years,’ the Summer 2010 issue of CV2.

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