I smell the wet air...the sweetness of the leaves.

I hear the pitter patter of water falling...the wind blowing thru the trees.

The geese are gathering and shouting loudly. I imagine that they're trying to decide whether to fly south for the upcoming winter...or to remain. They don't seem to mind the rain.

The heron patrols his ground. He's still hungry. He's still fishing for his day's repast.

I want to believe - this damp dreary day has no good thing to offer. No good thing to share.

And then - I see this. A single line. Simply adorned in precious jewels.

If on this day I'm seeing only this...I'm happy.

I'm seeing it all.