Up on Mt. Mineral, I'd been wandering around the small pond , after encountering the young resident Porcupine and pumping my morning water. Skies darkened, I had my raincoat on, not a soul in sight.
When a
summer's rain began to fall, singing and splattering upon the water , across the
canopy of the forest
That
quickly turned to hail , almost dime sized, always an amazing experience ,
being pelted by ice from the heavens. I stood beneath the trees , and watched
the hailstones litter the pond , gather upon the warm earth. And as suddenly as
these clouds produced falling ice, that quickly it stopped , the hail quickly
melting a d disappearing before my eyes, until the sky cleared , and nothing of
the hailstorm whatsoever remained .
Once
again the forest was bright and clear and quiet , til the birds and creatures
began stirring , the big fish ,that somehow made it into the human made pond
,making their way through the waters , out through the afternoon.
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