The rain is breaking the heat wave. We stick together. Now I believe that everything will be alright – for an indeterminate period.
The drops are tapping my time. No agonising over what to do, no being flat out: I’m ditching my frenzied start to the day. A pigeon from the nearby forest is cooing and birds are whistling. Far away a calming trumpet sounds a subtle, full and warm tune. It lays itself as protection over everything and dims the nagging noises of the forest.
A Hunter’s Chorus? Raindrops don`t hunt.
author: Klaus Gehling