Spring rain

[sobrique]

I do like the smell of woodland in the springtime rain. It's a rich scent that is like all the trees remembering they are alive. As if the water has carried away all the sweat and grime and dust, and refreshed all the plant life. The smell is one that seems so filled with energy. With potential for life. To stand amidst the trees singing their silent song of life whilst listening to the gentle pitter patter of the raindrops making their merry way down to earth, is to be reminded that there are many simple delights to be seen, smelt, heard and felt.