While we were meditating on the back porch, it began to rain. The rain we have been waiting for. The rain so needed for our rivers, ponds, trees, and fields.

Percussion intensified on the tall pines, the huge canopy of the sugar maple, the roof over our heads. Cool air wafted in through the screens.

A young cardinal sang a beautiful song every once in awhile.

On we sat: breathe in, breathe out. Breathing deeply in thankfulness and joy.