Late Summer Rain Unfiltered ☔️

The rain fell in a quiet, steady rhythm, tapping softly on the roof and leaves. From the porch, I took a deep breath of the fresh, earthy scent carried on the moist air. It was soothing and calming to watch the rain fall without urgency or force.

Out in the pastures, the grass absorbed the raindrops slowly and fully. Each blade glistened dark green as it welcomed the nourishment. Walking through the wet grass sent rivulets of water trickling down, a cool sensation between my bare toes. The whole landscape seemed relaxed and content under the misty veil.

A peacefulness settled over the hills on days like this. All was muted and quiet except the gentle tapping all around. Even the livestock dotting the fields didn't rush or crowd, content to stand chewing in the rain. A lazy warmth came from their woolly coats steaming in the dampness.

Drawing my coat tighter, I leaned against the post and lost myself in the simple rhythm and sounds of the rain-soaked world. All stresses and tensions melted away as nature recharged in its quiet, steady way. Out here, life slowed to nature's gentle pace on rainy afternoons in the green pastures of Livingston.