Taking a walk after the first deluge of rain for the year was extremely invigorating for my soul. There had been no rain over the summer months and the earth was gasping for moisture. There had been a cyclone working it's way down the coast, the bounty of rain was the gift it left in its wake.
The scent of the bushland drifted heavily in the air, the aroma so intoxicating as the essence of the trees mingle together.
Taking deep breaths as I slowly walked the familiar paths, eyes often closed. Communing with my beloved Gaia in silence as I walked in her majestic garden.
There was more rain on the way, held overhead in the cloudy canopy hugging the earth. The air warm and damp. Silence shrouded the lake as if in anticipation for the next refreshing downpour.
As always when I am out walking I pick up shards of glass that I find along the way, knowing the damage this can do to the tender pads of the kangaroos and quendas. It's interesting how seldom it is that I leave without a handful or two of broken glass.
Sated I ambled back to my car just as the first huge fat droplets of water began to fall...
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