RAIN WASHED AWAY any lingering snow from the Kitsilano seawall where my daughter and I walked last weekend. At first glance the horizon was colorless as we strolled puddleless paths barely dampened by an earlier soaking.
Although southwest BC can get dreary this time of year, the winter rain cleared the air and mellowed the beach scene at Kits Point overlooking English Bay.
A soft silver hue dipped in a shade of blue glowed through a dull curtain of gray. Pinkish-purple twigs blushed a promise of early blooms.
Sea vessels were anchored in the harbor while on land ...
soggy moss was firmly attached to a knobby old tree.
My daughter pointed out this rock carving of a duck splashing in the only puddle I noticed that day. She and I are not the only ones who find magic in the drops that keep Vancouver green.
On another side of the stone we discovered the inscription by Vancouver author Regan D'Andrade who in December of 1999 expressed what many locals feel. Her sensitive message is as powerful as the rock in which the beautifully crafted words were etched.
It was a delight to pause a moment and read the writer's thoughts aloud in the outdoors:
"Vancouver is famous for its rain. It can rain here for weeks on end, but it does not usually bother me. However, several years ago I found myself coming close to being thoroughly disgusted by the rain.
I walked home from work one evening in the pouring rain, mumbling under my breath the whole way that this weather was only suited to ducks. The building I lived in was large and square, and it surrounded a brick courtyard. I came around the corner into the courtyard and there, to my amazement was a beautiful Peking duck in a huge puddle in the middle of the courtyard, quacking and splashing with obvious delight. I had to smile, glad that such joy could be found in the gray wetness of such a day.
I have often thought that we do not have nearly enough words for rain, especially as this was once a rainforest. There is booming rain, whispery rain, rain that lulls you to sleep, and rain on the leaves which sings you awake; there is soft rain, hard rain, sideways rain, rain that makes you instantly wet, and rain that leaves soft kisses on your cheek, like the wings of a butterfly.
Rain brings us all the shades of gray, but it also brings us the wonderful greenery that surrounds us and blesses us all." - by Regan D'Andrade
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