In the forest, under a canopy of boughs,

rain creates a symphony as a portion of the

sky falls.  The moisture provides a density

buffering all sounds.  In the shadows there

is calm; a noiseless base.  Birds have secured

sanctuary.  Footsteps move quietly over damp

leaves and twigs; dryness removed.

A distant rumble of thunder echoes over

treetops.  There is an unexpected divide

separating heavy cannonades.

The climate moves slowly to the next valley.


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