After the Rain

A late Spring shower is a bath for our senses.
It doesn't rain here often so the sound of rain is magical.

Like a hum before bursting into song.

We stop what we're doing and listen

as the rain refreshes the grass and bathes the flowers.

Then, after the rain . . . glistening jewels quiver on delicate spider webs.

Pools of crystal beads lie on a leaf like a broken string of pearls.

Everything is fresh, dust bathed away and stale air cleansed.

Birds take shelter, then venture out after the rain, beady eyes searching for worms.

Pigeons splash in puddles like little children; 

chickadees and finches shake the wet from their feathers, then refuel.

The heat of the day evaporates in the cool mist.

After the rain, the earth turns dark -- rich, fertile, moist.

And it sings.

Breathe it in and listen.

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