Little pitter patters. Tiny bits of entropy. The sound of a million fleet-footed leprechauns galloping over the curtilage. A cool comfort. Slashes of light reflected.
The earth drinking. Foliage revitalized. A cycle that began across the grand ocean come to visit the court yard, gathering strength for a return journey spanning all the world. A worm rejoices. Life blooms.
Calm reflection. A meditative trance. The warm security of the waterproof shell pressing against the woollen sweater in minuscule watery streams. Nature’s caress. A gift from the sky.
That is Joy!
