General

After days or rain-washed streets, the brooks chatter in the hills, mini-rivers creating mini-gorges without concept of scale. Around them the greenery drinks, leaves become boats and their sound upon the rocks sings with a steady confidence, the percussion to the chorus of the birds.

General

So we went along the hurrying brook, which fell over little cascades in its haste, never looking once at the primroses that were glimmering all along its banks.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, May 11, 2012.

Found in The White Peacock, authored by D. H. Lawrence.

General

Stream, wide, narrow, rocky, half-choked with weeds, swollen, barely a trickle, run dry.

By angela, March 3, 2012.