Day 1160 –Rain — Haibun Journey Beauty Each Day
After the rain the uneven plink of stray drops echoes off the tin roof into the garden. Shoe prints mar the soft ground with each step. A sulfa sips a waterdropledt and a wren forages for insects among the overgrowth. Last evening ‘s moonflowers droop and a hollyhock blossom lies in the mud. Heat and humidity rise to kiss my fingertips. The aroma of mint and earth mingle. I breath deeply inhaling the garden’s beauty.