12.

  

After the rain the air is warm and moist. The sun breaks through between the clouds, so brightly it makes my eyes squint. The birds are singing joyfully, flying low over the meadow, pausing every now and then to bury their beaks into the soft damp earth, to find tasty morsels to feed themselves and their hungrily chirping chicks. The park smells lush and fresh and earthy. Blue sky eases its way through the clouds, and insects hover over the still water of the pond. These precious moments make me appreciate the rain that I was moaning about earlier today. A gentle reminder that good times always await beyond life’s storms… 

Advertisements
12.