Thursday, March 27, 2014

Rain Song

Just as a rain was beginning softly—and right before sundown—I went for a walk in the woods. The floor of the forest has become a complex pattern of browns and greens, but the color was now fading with the light. I felt as if I were safely enclosed, as if in a very large room. And it was so calm, so peaceful. And my ears were filled with song—a song made up of the "pit-pit-pitter-patter-pit" of the rain blending with the buzzing trill of a Carolina Wren and the whistle of a distant train and a Cardinal's "pretty, pretty, pretty." And with my own crunchy footsteps I joined the song of the darkening forest and was happy to be a part of this rain song.

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