A gentle walk after a refreshing morning shower, simple, yet profound.
The earth has soaked up the moisture so quickly, no puddles remained.
Its been such a long time since I've been out meandering. But with the rain comes inspiration.
Alone with Gaia and her wondrous array of creatures, trees and flowers, especially when it's raining.
Life goes through cycles of highs and lows, of endings. Sometimes the fiery inspiration of life turns to an dwindling ember.
One that seems to all but snuff out. Sometimes it simply seems that I exist, one moment merging into the next, everything a blur.
Theres always been something about the rain the fires up my soul.
Perhaps it's because I feel how nourishing it is for the earth?
Or maybe it's hearing the serenades as birds joyously welcome the gift of water.
I can even sense the plants vibrating with excitement as they too awaken as droplets land on their leaves, reviving them.
Perhaps then it's time for me to rise again too...
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