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.
Roger Singer 