The Rain has been here not long ago, the ground still wet & the rich earthy smell of the dampened ground, like a world freshly cleaned. The trees illuminated in the bright morning sun seem strange and almost eerie glowing against the dark gray sky. The heavy dark clouds are slowly ripped apart by the lightly blowing breeze allowing more sunlight to burst through the eastern sky, the beams gleaming through the mists of the clouds cause a thick bright splash of color in the still heavy dark clouds in the west. The observer ponders how many of the humans speeding along in the cars, racing down the highway bear any notice of the brightly glowing rainbow in the sky above them, how many take the time to notice and ponder the awe inspiring mechanics that make the incredible beauties of this truly fascinating planet; how many of them even notice the beauties they have the privilege to view each and every day they live on the place they call earth? The observer ponders these things, then continues along his way.
