Anybody Out There?

I hear the familiar sound of rain. It has a whoosh sound like rushing wind. I look out the window and see drops slathering over leaves. It gets harder and the tree bends. The rain is not pounding cold on my back. But I wonder if my horses are getting "cold backed" from the rain. (?) The filly and the old mare can go under the shed, and stand gazing at the sheets of rain creating a liquid curtain.
My stud horse is not a stud anymore, having been cut about a month ago now. Soon his anger will drain out of him, and I can put him in with the others. Already his pugnacity is diminished. He looks at me with almost kindly eyes. He seems not to remember his rage, his jealous passion for his favorite red mare "Ehulani", which means "beautiful red" in Hawaiian?
Today I must make a phone call. I am putting off that call. The call is to a woman whose filly (my ex-stud's daughter) broke its leg in the pasture and had to be put down last week. The filly was also a chestnut. Gorgeous. I am sad about this and there is a whole story that goes with it, but it feels like too much work to tell it. There is no consolation for such a devastating loss. Yet what can I do but try? To tender words uttered into my cell phone, such little things to stanch the hemmoraging abyss of sorrow. But little things can be miraculous. Little drops of water. Little flowers. Brave little things might be all we have right now.