“In the wilderness life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.”

-- John Muir

In those rare moments, just before it rains, breezes fill the air with a strange scent. Everything grows quiet. Still, as if intoxicated by some magic potion.

Mother earth, thirsty and dry, silently prepares for a coming storm. Dust settles on every leaf, flower and tree. Everything seems to be smothering, gasping for air. Woodlands, thick in the shadows, stand tall, ready for a soothing drink from above. Lightening flashes in the distance. Soon after thunder rumbles, sending his mighty roar across the land.

Creatures large and small scramble for cover. The streams they drink from are narrow, no longer swift, running clear. The scent of rain grows heavy in the air. Closer and closer the dark clouds gather, moving swiftly along.

I hide, waiting with the woodland creatures. My hut will keep mE dry. Maybe I will want to experience the cool wetness against my skin. Join the dancing breezes instead.

One drop, two! Here it comes. Our gift from the heavens opens up and pours out on us once more. Wonderful, cool, splashing rain. I listen, taste, touch, feel as if for the very first time in those rare moments when time stands still.

~ Bobute, mE

“Let the waters settle
you will see stars and moon
mirrored in your Being.”

-- Rumi