when it rains

It is April now, and New England's notorious 'mud season' is fully upon us. Nature seems unable to make up her mind, showering campus with snow one day and rain the next. Things are very wet. We aren't allowed to traverse the lawn for fear of drowning the grass in a cow's path of mud, so we shift our course towards the gravel path. But even gravel has turned into a muddy, flowing stream. Boots are a necessity as dribbling puddles slosh up against feet and legs that tramp to class. I camp out at the door of the library with my camera, waiting to capture shots of the chromatic umbrellas sailing through the tumultuous storms towards class and shelter.