The Raven

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

- Edgar Allan Poe

Still raining today. On my way back from a meeting in Bonaventure, I drove through Collin's Brook and took several pictures that turned out very nice. For those interested in these kind of pictures, you can see more here.