The Morning After

 

 

I am in love with this world . . . I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.  John Burroughs

It rained last night and the heavy downpour drenched the newly cut carabao grass in my small garden leaving some pockets of rain water in some corners. I haven’t the heart to replace the Koi fish which we lost two months ago so the small pond remains empty save for some  fallen leaves from our avocado tree.  Sometimes, it is hard to let go of something  that has been a part of one’s everyday life. And the garden looks pathetic without the Koi gently swimming  inside the pond. I miss the sound of  running water too.  Maybe when typhoons and low pressure areas no longer threaten the country, I will replace those Koi with new ones.

There is something  lovely  though at each morning after the rain – the wonder of seeing  raindrops, those silver hues shining on every blade of grass and if one is lucky enough, the water droplets on each flower petals gives one that feeling of joy.  The tiny drops are like lovely jewels.  Don’t you just love  mornings like this?  I do.

And this is my Gardenia which was only a bud yesterday. Don’t you just love how nature show its face in all its glory?

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