It rained the other day: gently, consistently, kindly. It was the kind of rain that kisses the skin, and settles lightly into thirsty soil.
For a long time after the rain, even as the day warmed up, the sky remained full and dark. Pollen and seeds whirled on the breeze; bees darted and hovered.
These are the days I breathe in, breathe out, and stand a little taller.
Tania Sickling 