It's finally raining! Overnight!
I awoke and read a poem by Queneau about the rain.
A fine and silly and fully Parisian poem for a later BH.
We were climbing the mountains over the weekend
and noticed the exhaust and thirst of the trees, the earth.
Leaves that should have rotted into good soil compost last spring
with a rain that never came, are left, dry and out of place.
Trees are losing their leaves now, thirsty and spent.
Leaves shriveled falling to the ground, not quite August.
All wanting this rain.
I watch rain drip well off the steel roof I just put down.
Time to turn over side A to side B.
Shankar: double violin
Umayalpuram K. Sivaraman, mridangam
Zakir Hussain, tabla
V. Lakshminarayana, conductor
Compositions by Shankar
Recorded November 1980
This album is dedicated to John McLaughlin
