It rained and rained and rained and tree limbs fell and the lake rose and forest life dripped with quiet for days.
Then the dripping turned to water and in the morning the birds’ lungs were refreshed from the cleaned air and they shook their feathers out wildly.
The trees sagged at first but the day went on and with the sun’s energy returned theirs, and once again the leaves turned upward to soak in light.
The rain had fallen just right and most of the humans didn’t realize that with every storm comes some small beauty to take away a breath or two or skip a heartbeat.
The waterfall tinkled like a little bell, providing shelter for the streamlife.
It didn’t flaunt. Didn’t explain its purpose. Didn’t defend the wrong impression they all had of the rain. It knew what it must do—and did so steadfastly.
[ —depths and heights, pt II. ]
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