Beauty

Rain. Starts, then ends. Thousands, millions of thousands of drops descend upon us. They only hope to do so again. But the forest. The most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. The forest. After the rain has fallen, after the assault and battery of the ground by a billion O's and twice as many H's, the forest has its own rain. Shelter from the initial attack, the trees protect their inhabitants for some time, but they allow the water to fall through after enough has built up. They wait for the rest of the world to stop raining. Then they have their own rain. Falling only within the bounds of the forest. Replenishing the most base of plants. A private rain. What a beautiful thing.