Dawn broke as the fog settled in. Nestled in the shallows the ducks were sprinkled between the rain drops. Droplets kissed the lake surface like a thousand muffled cymbals. Stretching out in circular motions creating time passage ringlets in the still misty morning. Patterns in spontaneity with natures unplanned perfectly planned rhythm.
Nature demands survival. It is a greater force than anger or contempt. It requires community in it’s imperfect form to exist. In that imperfection soft rain brushes against hard edges to create acceptance and finally love.
Grateful to have witness this community in the light rain.
Such is the inspiration for "Light Rain". See more photos of "Light Rain" here.