April showers

Mist and Rain

O ends of autumn, winters, springtimes drenched with mud,
Seasons that lull to sleep! I love you, I praise you
For enfolding my heart and mind thus
In a misty shroud and a filmy tomb.

On that vast plain where the cold south wind plays,
Where in the long, dark nights the weather-cock grows hoarse,
My soul spreads wide its raven wings
More easily than in the warm springtide.

Nothing is sweeter to a gloomy heart
On which the hoar-frost has long been falling,
Than the permanent aspect of your pale shadows,

O wan seasons, queens of our clime
— Unless it be to deaden suffering, side by side
In a casual bed, on a moonless night.

C. Baudelaire (Les Fleurs du mal)

I was on my way out of work and the rain was pouring down! I was tired and I did not have my blip picture (did not get any time during the day) and so after I just missed the bus which incidentally just splashed the whole pavement with the water struggling to enter the overflowing gutters, my arms laden with bags (like most women) I struggled to take out my iphone and take a picture of the gutter, the water of which would have had drenched my lower body a few seconds ago had I been at the bus stop then...

On closer inspection, it nearly looks like an ultrasound picture! Perhaps because it is not very sharp and also the pattern of the running water....

Anyway, just to let you know that it rained this evening in Paris and there is the proof!