Take Me to the River

I can hear the rush and roar of the Noyo river from the railroad tracks a few hundred feet away. The rain changes a lot around here. It's been just me and Marvin the past few days and other than a few newly discovered leaks, life has been tranquil. At night when the rain is strong and steady it lends itself to a sense of calm. You can't quite see it yet, but the mycelium in the leaves is nourished and ready to fruit. Next week the forest floor will be speckled with an abundance of color. The fire-bellied newts are back on the prowl and hot to copulate. I guess that fresh rain smell just turns them on. A few inches from the sky and life is back in motion.
While I feel bad for all the spiders I killed or evicted, it's rewarding to see the greenhouse starting to come together. It must have been stunning in its heyday, tropical plants strewn around the middle room covered with a few kinds of ferns embedded in a room-wide ground cover and a large koi pond off to the left. But years of neglect have left a solid structure with a shambles inside. With a few more steps it will be back on the road to useful.
It seemed like just a few days ago the forthcoming seasons looked ominous and fruitless. Presently, however, seasons are coming together and old friends out of the woodwork. In just a few short weeks everything will change again. Life out of a backpack by the seat of my pants. Beautiful places, new characters, unforeseen challenges. I can only imagine right now.
I know nothing's really changed, its been here all the time, it just needed a fresh coat of rain to illuminate.