We walked as the raindrops
oozed down our clothes, soaking us top to bottom. A long walk in the steadily
falling rain was just what we needed after a busy week full of
assessments.
The wind blew through my
hair and we watched as the trees swayed gently above us. The raindrops falling
gently, sliding shyly to kiss the grass beneath us. After
half an hour or so, the force of the rain gradually lessened and the fragrance of soil filled our noses.
The once busy streets were
now empty & silent.
“If
beauty is God’s signature, then rain is his final flourish”
