The sheer weight of a raindrop | Vladimir Nabokov, 1951

Will Cook, Cordate leaves, 2008 

“Without any wind blowing, the sheer weight of a raindrop, shining
 in parasitic luxury on a cordate leaf, caused its tip to dip, and what 
looked like a globule of quicksilver performed a sudden glissando
 down the centre vein, and then, having shed its bright load, the
 relieved leaf unbent. Tip, leaf, dip, relief - the instant it all took to
 happen seemed to me not so much a fraction of time as a fissure 
in it, a missed heartbeat, which was refunded at once by a patter 
of rhymes: I say ‘patter’ intentionally, for when a gust of wind 
did come, the trees would briskly start to drip all together in as 
crude an imitation of the recent downpour as the stanza I was
 already muttering resembled the shock of wonder I had 
experienced when for a moment heart and leaf had been one.”

Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory: A Memoir, 1951- 67

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