The air was crisp with longing and desire for more of the life givings of mother earth.
So many had come into this world and yet so few lived long enough to appreciate such a small yet tranquil being of existence as a plowed field after a spring shower.
The land feels refreshed and tranquil.
It is a blessing and sometimes a curse to know the longing of mother earth to feel the touch of love and nourishing life.
Rain is a calming since yet sometimes it is thrashing and dangerous.
As is the long love affair of water and earth.
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