I adore the day after a night of rain. The grass and trees are all well-fed and meet the eyes with a green splendor incomparable to that of a merely sunny day.
The earth is damp, still absorbing.
The moss is bloated like someone after a thanksgiving feast.
The sun hides partially behind clouds, brightening but not blinding.
The air is warm, but with a crispness reminiscent of autumn.
I wish every day could be the day after a night of rain.
