The rain arrived slowly.
Its stay was brief.
A torrent of water
Fell from the sky,
The drops never deviated
From their path.
The trees were still.
No wind blew
And it seemed as if
We might be in for a soaker.
Alas, it was not to be.
The rain stopped.
The sky lightened.
Chris Hancock 7-8-9
"Every pursuit, no matter what its stated end, has at its foundation purpose, survival, growth, and renewal." John Steinbeck
