After the Rain

I am not much of a Shelley fan, but this is just too apt.

I am the daughter of earth and water,
And the nursling of the sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
From The Cloud.

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The self-portrait was taken against a rainy window but I had to fiddle the contrast and intensity to get the reflection clear.  And, for the record, the camera is a Nikon D90 with an 18-200 Nikkor lens. Yeah, it weighs a lot.  But I'm kind of obsessive about it so it goes everywhere with me.