The rains poured down onto the land all night,
into this morning, when I woke to so many birds singing and talking, happily,
as they fed on seeds and scouted for worms. At this time of year, the
out-of-doors is bursting with life, with growth, as more and more types of
butterflies wander around the neighborhood, shopping for their favorite meals.
As various types of Hummingbirds gracefully feed from Hosta blossoms and Kale
blossoms, sitting with dignity, so tiny, upon branches, perusing their lives.
At last, the rains stop, the clouds that carried them moved on to another
place. The rushing sounds quiet, as trees and bushes drip drip, all things
washed clean, all things drinking, in all that morning peace.
