Her rainstorm

I will always remember...

The way the sky looks after a rainstorm

how vivid the colors that cover the earth

She is renewed, refreshed.

Washed away from her burdens

...

My foot prints, embedded into her slick mud

My fingers gently touch the vibrant green, as it umbrellas the smallest of life beneath it.

I can only smile.

breath taking.

How beautiful she is, after a rainstorm.