The Art of
Jeff and Terry Owenby
The Beauty of Rain
Samples of photos, art, and poetry by Jeff Owenby
This page is dedicated to rain, something that I find to be very relaxing and at the same time, stimulating. I suppose I'm always more inspired to create on rainy days. Perhaps it's the inate sense of solitude that seems to accompany the gray days.
Rain
Gray: a tone.
A mood.
Warm, cold neutral.
Gray is a name,
a shade on a form,
a light behind the sky,
a veil to deceive the eye.
The gray is but a curtain that opens a window unto myself showing me another view of another time in another life, while all around me, the rain falls gently.
Reflections will never lie to me,
for I only see what I want to see.
Wet city streets. The road curves south. Bleak and unharried. Morning sausage and eggs. Wipers peel away silver stripes and the rain starts a new day.
A view from our windows
The rain started as a passing shower, then became a steady cadence. Heavy drops thud
the skylight. Like a child's play xylophone, it gently chimes the metal vents on my roof. The
music almost lulls me to sleep. There's a low cloud cover skirting the hills to the northwest.
Spring rains wash away winter grit. There is nothing left to complain about.
It's quiet, good day for either plan or project. Something different.
Something new.
Pronunciation: 'rAn, rEn
Function: noun Usage: often attributive.
Etymology: Middle English reyn, from Old English regn, rEn; akin to Old High German regan rain.
1. a: water falling in drops condensed from a vapor in the atmosphere.
b: the descent of this water.
c: water that has fallen as rain: RAINWATER
I had a thought, then laid it to rest. The rain falls again, a most welcome guest.
Though street noise surrounds, a magnificent calming befalls. Breezes rise and raindrops fall, drifting in chordal phrase. Floating upon air currents, their robust whispers rustle leaves, and sling drops upon windshields and frozen doors. The rain is alive and visits with charming
regularity.
