rain soaked ground - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The rain has quenched the soil from sandy hues to rich, strong browns, the kind that brings an inner smile. There's a shine when sun-rays bounce back, as seeds of brilliance among the grass. This is that time, when the newly warmed soil breathes life, when together the sun and rain bring a new exuberance to nature.
The rain has soaked the ground as good as Nana's rum in Christmas cake. It's everything from sweet caramel to the kind of hearty brown that gives a frisson of joy inside. There's something about that water, that reservoir so deep, that feels cozy even in this early spring.
As my barefoot touches the soil, my toes are bathed in the newly bequeathed rain. It gurgles, bubbling as I walk, soothing in its coolness.
Though the grass looks normal one step forwards tells a different story. After the rains any pressure will bring up the water, soaking the foot. Without boots there is no choice and Lila chooses to remove her socks and shoes, at least then her feet can be dry and warm when she reaches the schoolyard.
The heavy rains have carved a miniature canyon in the path. Doubtless the soil was made soft by the gentle rainfall the previous week and so was no match for the sudden deluge. The rut is about the same width as a shoe and as deep as the ankle bone. Hayley skips from side to side, thrilled with the new addition to the woodland walk.
The mud is pitted and without a single print - just the same as it is after snowfall but deep brown. It isn't pristine of course, but the fragrance of the pines above is so fresh it invites us to pause and take in the moment.
Over the mud that can take in no more rain, runs a new river, one that will be dry by the morrow. It runs in rippled sheets taking with it soil and debris, even washing small stones down the track.
One spade into the mud shows how much water is there, running in to fill the hole. Gregor sighs, looking back at his water filled foot prints, wondering if come morning time they will be frozen and glossy black.
The soil that was baked so hard last summer is now soft with rain water, every step causing a temporary puddle. What was pale brown is dark, what was tarnished green is virescent. With the heavy clouds comes life and after the deluge the sun is always at its brightest.
After the spring rains you don't even have to dig to reach the water table. All you have to do is stand on the mud and water bubbles over your boots. We have to plant our vegetables in raised furrows so that they don't get water-logged. We even have to dig those furrows at an angle to the slope to slow down the run-off water, otherwise the soil and manure gets washed away into the streams and rivers. After that we'd be looking at algal bloom and dead fish, so whilst rain soaked ground is better than drought, it's something we have to consider if we want to eat this year.
Kissed by the rain and glistening, the wet ground is cold under foot. Stepping off the path and into the shaggy grass I feel the squelch of the mud beneath. The water rises up and runs between my toes. The birds busy themselves around me, not caring that I'm there, all they want is the worms that have come up for air.