I forgot how the sound of rain could be soothing like the calm of a child’s lullaby. I heard my lantana sing “Hallelujah!” as the soil exhaled, the thirst for relief felt longer than eternity. Silk-thread drizzles dusted rooftops on the street along with the brown brittle hills with flowing grace. The fascination of puddles slipped my mind, the childlike sense of play from a hop and a splash. And who would think the sight of cocoa-brown mud could be so entertaining in all its messiness! Would you believe if I said the flowers smiled at me? And their leaves offered a gentle wave? Observing from my slightly opened window, I caught a grateful sigh from the soaked earth, and I enjoyed listening to the roots laugh in delight.
Walk with us into the magic of autumn where tree-lined serenity surrounds… the old swimming hole evokes precious memories of when they were young. We stumble upon a home for one lucky critter, but built by who? We’re touched by the Compassion on a bench… Only a short drive, but as we walk in the light rain, reveling in the fragrance of a new season, it seems we’ve stepped into a whole new world.