Rain crashes

Hard pitter patter

Loud booms echo

The sky covers holy cotton blankets

Little streams trickle

Muddy water under bridges over hills

Wild winds bend trees gusting over the land

Yet hope is found

Pandora’s box opened

Gentle sun steps out

Drifting Earthy scent

Kaleidoscopes of color reflected in puddles

Splashing little red boots

For hope is found