Sitting in a chair under the tap tapping sounds on the roof of the gazebo I gaze around watching puddles form on the bricks as I take in the cool refreshment of a summer rain at the end of a hot and sultry day. The air is redolent with the fresh earthy smells of water and dirt and newly cut trees... heaven! Fat raindrops splash hundreds of ripples in growing pools of liquid. How does one capture the moment in pictures? I can't, so I must use words instead.
The rain gradually comes to a stop. I continue to sit quietly. The chimes softly ring to the sounds of water trickling down the gutters and dripping off the trees. In the quiet, I hear a solitary bird begin calling to another as it flies overhead. Branches wave in the cool gentle breeze. Off in the distance is the murmur of voices as families begin to return outdoors in the summer evening.
At this moment in the gathering twilight, all seems right with the world, and I feel a sense of peace, gratitude, joy... Eucharisteo
Beautiful words, and I feel like I was there too. You made it come alive.
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