Rain, of sorts

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

Yesterday, I awoke to what I thought was rain.  It rains every single time I come to Virginia.  This time though, I wasn't going to let it stop me.  I got up.  Looked out the window.  It was sunny with leaves falling.  There were so many leaves falling that it sounded like rain.  I let the sounds of the forest lull me back to sleep.