The natural world is noticed, notated, bagged — there is "speary barley" and a "pithy bunch of unripe nuts," and an elm tree that would drop into "mellow whispering calms" whenever rain fell on it.
Then it was morning again and the same scene played itself out — Clover stutter-stepping to the bathroom, the baby mewling, rain whispering under the soundtrack — and I began to calculate all over again.
I stood there, inhaling the scent of the earth after rain, whispering this mantra: "Feel joy, feel joy".
The natural light was indeed fading and the gathering breeze rustling through the ancient trees surrounding this magnificent stadium whispered of advancing rain.
The rain whispered on the leaded window beside them, and a greenish light suffused this front half of the room.
I had a storm brewing inside and with one coming to match, I had my wild heart and my physical world in agreement, and so with certainty I whispered, "Let it rain, let it be, let it all fall on me".
He springs from Cathay, land of whispering Bamboo and gently rain-wrung skies; She's of Venice, a flowing city From whose brisk ovens Glowing loaves of glass rise.
The sound of men fighting is someone taking their ring off and a low voice whispering, "Is it going to rain?
Overhead in the tall conifers, a gentle southerly breeze (a breeze that would bring rain, Beaulieu said), whispered softly; small waves lapped against the rocks on the shore and somewhere on the darkened lake a loon wailed.
Soonthe whispering roar is a recital.Jostling rain-crowds, clamorous and vital,struggle in runnels through the afternoon.The rhythm becomes a regular beat;steam rises, body heat — and now there's city noise,bits of recorded pop and rock,the drums, the strident electronic shock,a vast polyphony, the dense refrainof wailing siren, truck and trainand incoherent cries.
Soonthe whispering roar is a recital.Jostling rain-crowds, clamorous and vital,struggle in runnels through the afternoon.The rhythm becomes a regular beat;steam rises, body heat— and now there's city noise,bits of recorded pop and rock,the drums, the strident electronic shock,a vast polyphony, the dense refrainof wailing siren, truck and trainand incoherent cries.
