After the Rain, the Storm

The forest calms. The trees pause and listen. The dew drops fall as the morning subsides. And the trees sway in the wind. Birds grow louder. While the days draw on. And rain clouds pass. The trees drip, wet. The bird nests, cold. The still ground, damp. The smell of rain fades into the night with the chirping of birds. The picturesque scenery grows darker and darker. The void-like night hides the looming of diminishing clouds. Give way for an awakening sun. The horizon glows. The owls hide away. The new day begins.