After the Rain.
The pond is always clearest in the morning after a rain. As if the passing storms were somehow necessary to secure this amplitude of peace.
The ‘calm before the storm’, they always say. But, what of the moments following? The sound of nature breathing in, resigning itself to these patterns of earth. Knowing that our “infinite expectation of the dawn, does not forsake…even in our soundest sleep.”
Each day, we return to the sanctity of nature’s thriving beat; the sweet scented herb and the starry starry nights. Impervious to the threat of driving rains; just as in nature – we remain…
Our hearts ‘made better’ through this passing rain.