Wood Frog - Rana Sylvatica

What a beautiful name, almost like a chant, like a spell. Maybe it is, if we believe in it. The rain was pouring half an hour before this encounter and the woods were misty and every tiny drip of rain falling from the millions of leaves was loud and the earth had a stronger scent than ever. I was soaked and I was just staring at my drenched sneakers when I met little Rana hopping across the forest floor. Now, when I think back, he was as small as I felt in the vastness of those woods. I felt like a tiny peck on a huge abstract painting. The rain tastes wonderful. I am sure Rana felt the same.