Have you ever been in the forest when it rains?
Even if you close your eyes you can see the rain.
Every single leaf is pelted with raindrops, big fat ones that hit the surface with a satisfying smack only to slide down onto another and another.
These drippy sounds combine into an almost overwhelming symphonic static not unlike those rice-filled rainsticks.
Your nose, too, can see the rain.
A fresh green scent meanders through the air, revealing the sated sentiment of every living being and bit of earth quenching its thirst.
Thunder grumbles a low lazy lion roar, dangerously gentle, and God's camara flickers soon after.
There are no cars, no people talking, no music except the rain itself.
It's as if even the birds are hushed with the beauty of it all. I can hardly take in all the wonder.
Soon the rain will end, and with it my soulfulfilling moment, but for now I will enjoy my summer treat.
That's what it's like in the forest when it rains.
(Written summer 06)