A Beautiful Day

The clouds above a vision of heather gray so heavy with moisture; I can hear raindrops falling just outside my window dancing against the beautiful stone garden path.  From across a small valley high above the lawn I hear the faint rustling of leaves; birds happily chirp their songs from within the strong twisted branches of the ancient Oak trees.  The blazing skies of yesterday a fleeting memory; the newly planted spring flowers renewed by the cool mist and gentle breeze.  I am grateful for this late Spring rain; it's a beautiful day.