Rare Things

With the passing of long summer days, rivers are dry, lives on the earth moving slow- restricted to necessary movements, Now there're new hopes and smile on the face looking at the clouds moving around carrying the first rain, hiding the sun behind, looking at the animals coming out,(and now me, arranging things to make tea to enjoy the first rain) And then finally, long summer days are put to rest with the body experiencing first drops of the first rain, breathing the smell of wet sand. There's a music in the air, grounds are green with the dancing leaves. Lives on earth, now joyful.