Just Me!! The Butterfly effect

Long soft grass swaying in the breeze, golden flowers hiding amongst the green stems, in the distance a bird calls, it ehcoes softly round the meadow and the grass stirs as if in answer to the call. Fleeting shadows of yesterday dance, never fully being seen, but there, quietly keeping time with the footsteps that make no sound.

Through the meadow a stream meanders gently over small rocks and beneath tall trees, the music of its passing is a lullaby, and the meadow quitens as the melody grows, birds sit on the branches of the trees, their song silent now as they listen to the sweet sound of the passing stream.

Then the stream too becomes quiet as the thunderheads gather above, and the sky darkens, as the heavens open, jealous of the song of the stream they send forth a melody of rain to thunderous applause.

There but not, wet but dry, as the rain sweeps the meadow and bends the grasses and the flowers, they do not bow before it but lift their heads to drink the drops as they fall.

Then gone as suddenly as it came and the sun shines through, and the meadow glistens with drops of rain that look like jewels as the sun casts its light down upon them, to take them back where they belong. And all is peaceful once more.