The air is sweet green.
It has been raining for two days and while most are scoffing, I welcome the rest.
A steady downpour puts me in a trance without me even realizing it. I stare at strings of rain like crystal beads against the dark of pine. Beating rain pelting the ground is rhythmic and before you know it, I’m worlds away.
The pine is happy in the rain, it supports two inches of new growth in the form of bright blue/green needles.
The birds in the pine are happy as they are still singing constantly in the rain.
And I, the spectator in the rain, I am happy too.