Resonant Lines

....'They bring the slanting summer rain to tap the chestnut boughs again...' John Betjeman : Before the Anaesthetic.

At last, it has arrived. Soft, slanting, late, summer rain. Fresh, cool air.

We went to Steveston in the rain and were easily able to find a parking space. We looked at T-shirts and books and ate gelato.
We saw a dog that looked like a wolf, or a half wolf and a husky. It had starey blue eyes, and you couldn't stop looking at it, until we'd finished our gelato.

I love the rain, how it changes the world, it quenches the thirsty ground, fills the pond and washes the dusty city. It patters on the skylight, dulls the sounds outside. It clothes us, covers us, creates a barrier, a vapour shield that keeps the others out and our own thoughts in.
Divine rain.

'...And watched the morning sunlight pass, through richly stain'd Victorian glass...' (ibid)
I can just picture those rays illuminating the tiled hallway of a house which in the winter would be draughty.

A propos of nothing, I dreamt of eagles last night, bald eagles, flying not as single birds, nor in pairs, but in a group, accompanied by a juvenile with tawny gold feathers. They were flying low, they circled, and I could see their white heads clearly.
There is some meaning in it, but I don't know what...yet.

Another quote that has been used here today, and is oft used, and makes a good mental image, when Macbeth's servant enters the room as Macbeth is obsessing about how he will be killed,

'The devil damn thee black thou cream-faced loon,
Where got'st thou that goose look?'

Good question.