i love the smell of rain…and the sound is even better. what else is better than chillin in a tent, listening to the patter of rain? not much. i don’t know what else is as relaxing, what else is as uninhibiting, what else is as freeing. i can just sit in my tent, and let my mind wonder across endless plains of imagination. lying there, i suddenly realize i’m pitching a shutout in game seven of the world series…and then i’m in another world, surrounded by these incredible trees reaching to the sky…climbing…soaring through the air like a hawk in the wilderness. and some of the most beautiful scenery i’ve ever seen floats beneath me. i never want to leave. what if i could be a raindrop? that would be the ultimate adventure…who knows where you’ll land? i might float down a stream, into a fishes mouth…or land on a leaf and shimmer as i roll down. ahhh…how relaxing. now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to take a shower.
the dreaming tree
my world from its branches
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