Summer shower

I hear this whispering sound of leaves being blown by the wind. But there is no wind. It is a sunny day, birds are singing, there is no sign of disturbance. And suddenly the rain. Out of nowhere. Full. Thick. Steady. Falling over the trees... refreshing… watering the flowers on the front deck. I sense there is a cloud over the house. Like in the movies… it only rains in that one area where the scene is happening. I am part of this bucolic scene. And I am imbued in it with its magic but protected under a roof. It pours freely. It stops, leaving a transparent mantle on every flat surface. And then the wind. It must’ve blown the grey cloud away. It will do its trick elsewhere. Share