Brown leaves and grey skies, its a treasure not trash.

Attitude; priceless possession, the difference maker.

Falling leaves and flying birds, returning to their roots. Welcome Autumn!

The sky goes from shady gray to more or less black and noisy thunder snap escort the opening ceremony of few raindrops that plunge. Heavy, gentle, life-size drops, they soak us in seconds, like an inverted bucket from the atmosphere dumping just on our head.

Rain just rains, it does nothing else. Wisdom just downpour, it does nothing else! And those who get the rain get the miracle hidden inside the sprinkle and create their own miracles.

I reach my hands up and out, as if that can stop me getting wetter, and open my mouth, trying to swallow the downpour, till it finally hit us; how amusing it is, my trying to prevent the rain. Happiness like rain can nourish from above, drenching with a soaking joy.