The Aesthetics of Spring Weather

So I admit it: I'm a total freak. I'm all too often going for the aesthetics of something instead of utility, or general acceptance, or whatever. Nice example today: After almost a week of sunshine the weather in my nice home town (called "the home of rain" by locals) returned to its normal ways, which is, as you might have guessed, rain. I was at the grocery and when I came out with two large bags, it was pouring. People were standing under every roof in reach to wait for the end of the downpour. I didn't. I went out, firstly because I wanted to get home quick but also because it looked so great - the abandoned parking lot and all the people huddling under the roofs while silver threads of water linked sky and earth. And the feeling of the rain on my head and hands... I like rain, maybe mainly because I find few things as annoying as someone who constantly complains about the weather, but also because I can't stand heat so well. Heh.
Anyway, so I drove home and all the time stared in fascination at the big raindrops splashing on the streets, raising little fountains as they did so. [I realize my English is not good enough to describe it really.] Home, I smelt the rich smell that only spring and summer rain has: the moisty, earthy, fresh fragrance of wet plants and ground. Another proof that spring has indeed come.
It stopped raining later on, although the clouds remained. Well, I suppose it's nothing special that clouds contribute to darkness. Still, in the early evening, with the sun low but invisible behind the clouds, there was a really special light to our garden - everything seemed to slightly glow by itself, the gras was incredibly green, the leaves that fell last fall [lo and behold - Fall comes from falling *g*] shining like polished copper, walls radiating gentle light, and the flowers of early spring - how brilliantly they shone, colourful dots amid that incredible, almost surreal [or subreal? ;)] green! The trees were dark shadows in contrast, and above it all the sky in a strange tone, somewhere between grey and blue [about like this]. I just stood there and stared and wished for just another time that I could somehow print what I see, or that I could paint like this. Well, I can't and I can't, and I didn't remember to get my camera. Probably it wouldn't show up well anyway.
It reminded me of the Silmarillion [right, what doesn't], of the twilight "in which Laurelin was waning but Telperion was waxing". Just beautiful.
*happy sigh*

I told you I were a freak.
Got carried away. Oughta sleep. Way past midnight.

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( Die Ästhetik von Frühlingswetter )

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