Raining. It's the kind of rain we get in Hilo -- not heavy, but steady and often lasting all day. Ruth has a poem ("Sudden Oak Death Syndrome") in her book (Woman With Crows) and this picture reminded me of a few of its lines:
" . . . the color of sadness,
of rain that goes on for a long time,
of things fading into the distance."
I'm not sad this morning, but one of the wonders of the human mind is that I can look at the lava, the rain, think about Ruth's poem, and imagine that I am. Read Ruth's poem, and think about California and drought and if the poem lets you make a connection between all that and a rainy day in Hilo, then you too should marvel at what your mind can do.