It has been raining for several days when we visited West Lake, China.
When I came across this scene, it struck me as somewhat resembling Monet’s painting on Japanese Bridge.
Unlike Monet’s painting, there were no water lilies, but there were weeping willows, leaves coming out to the water’s edge and a river.
The bridge is typically Chinese style, with Chinese styled ornamental parapet, straight and not arched like Monet’s painting.
I like the faded background beyond the bridge.
Rain was falling, I hesitated for a minute as to whether I should take out my camera.
There was a certain melancholy in the air; a certain kind of sadness – but I didn’t understand why.
The rain was falling hard, beating on the water, creating ripples on the surface.
Then suddenly the verses of Buddy Holly’s Raining in My Heart came to me; they resonated in my ears:
I tell my blues they mustn’t show
But soon these tears are bound to flow
‘Cause it’s raining, raining in my heart
But it’s raining, raining in my heart
And it’s raining, raining in my heart . . . . . . . . . . .
PS This is dedicated to someone dear to me who has just been diagnosed with colon cancer.