556. The wild November come at last beneath a veil of rain… ~Richard Henry Stoddard

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A fine rain was falling,
and the landscape was
that of autumn.
The sky was hung
with various shades of gray…
~Henri Frédéric Amiel

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No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon –
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member –
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –
November!
~Thomas Hood

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Last night in late November’s darkness a “veil of rain” dropped down, and clouds have wept chilling tears this livelong day. In the mists and showers a host of leaves, newly tinged in autumnal hues, have drifted down in silence bereft of all the above-named poet penned. And yet there’s no sadness in fall’s tears, just the rhythm of sacred purpose. Drop by drop by drop November’s rain closes the door to the year’s last ordained arena, but the promise of resurrection is held in every drop that falls. So we thank thee, Lord, for the sweet November rain and the blessing to come brought down in each of its parenting drops.

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But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. ~2 Corinthians 3:16   ✝

21 thoughts on “556. The wild November come at last beneath a veil of rain… ~Richard Henry Stoddard”

  3. Your “tears” are on their way here, for our livelong day tomorrow—whereas we desperately need the rain–sometimes those all day wet greys can be a difficult black dog nipping at the heels. . .we shall see. . your leaves are gorgeous–grey or sun 🙂
    love to you—cookie

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    • Oh, I’m so glad this rain is on the way to your area. It actually has been rather soothing and peaceful today. The black dog can and does accompany long rain, but I’m so starved for it after long periods of drought that I savor it instead. I hope you have a wonderful day enjoying the rain tomorrow. Hugs and love, N 🙂 ❤

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  10. You sure have a way with words Natalie.
    “And yet there’s no sadness in fall’s tears, just the rhythm of sacred purpose. ”
    –I love this line. Just beautiful.
    The photos are also stunning.
    These leaves know of this beautiful resurrection, don’t they? Why else would they be such vibrant colors, and so beautiful on their death-bed.
    🙂

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