when it smells like home.

there's something about the sound of rain that brings peace to my soul. it might help that i spent some time sitting on the porch and reading my favorite T.S. Eliot and Elizabeth Barrett Browning poems. here's a few for you, too:

Mr. Eliot from choruses from 'The Rock'
What life have you if you have not life together?
There is no life that is not in community,
And no community not lifed in praise of GOD.
Even the anchorite who meditates alone,
For whom the days and nights repeat the praise of GOD,
Prays for the Church, the Body of Chirst incarnate.
And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads,
And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor
Unless hes neighbour makes too much disturbance,
But all dash to and fro in motor cars,
Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
Nor does the family even move about together,
But every son would have his motor cycle,
And daughters ride away on casual pillions.


Mrs. Barrett Browning from Sonnets Form the Portuguese:
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
and sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the stringed pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time. Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart. Then thou didst bid me bring
And let it drop adown thy calmly great
Deep being! Fast it sinketh, as a thing
Which its own nature doth precipitate,
While thine doth close above it, mediating
Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate.



maybe one of these days i'll post something original here. it might have to rain a bit more for that to happen, though.