Rain water overflowing our garden bed, now a bright green in the fresh morning dew.
Picking up fresh herbs, surrounding grass, tiny lavender flowers sprouting sporadically in between coarse leafs, our own starry night sky.
Dripping trees in bright sun rays of first hours, stretching far beyond roots, colors previously dull now beaming rainbows.
Bringing out twinkling powder, light pollen into nostrils, sneezes from red noses, blushing cheeks with moist heat of the fresh rainy days of a liberating summer.
Itβs raining a lot, but at least the plants are getting watered.