Sighing, Wailing and More Rain

Sighing, wailing and screeching echo through the woods as the wind pounds trees against one another branches flailing wildly. A tree came down during the night the sound unnoticed in the tempest of the wind and rain.


Rising sun is hidden behind layers of clouds and shifting fog that thickens as the ground begins to warm.


The earth is saturated with the rain. With each step water squishes over my feet as I stroll out to the boggy meadow taking pictures of the sun and fog. Rain-wet leaves and mosses glisten in the misty morning light. Raindrops clinging to the white pine needles sparkle and shimmer as the sunlight breaks through the fog.


Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow