It has been raining a lot these past several days.
These overcast days and 50 °F temperatures have been so soothing to my nature loving soul. I spend every second I can outside, whether be it driving somewhere or going on walks, or just sitting on the porch enjoying the rain drops splashing on the concrete, on the tree leaves.
I took Barne’s for a walk yesterday morning and the sight was beautiful. Fog was amidst and we walked through it.
We were high up on a hill and encountered a lovely experience with mother nature herself.
As we walked along the dirt path, we encountered a trio taking their horses for a ride, and a hiker or two making their way up to the top.
I hike these hills sometimes, or ride, or run on occasion as well. These hills and I go way back.
As the fog began to move, and Barne’s and I had reached our turning point, we stopped and rested… and watched, and listened.
When we began our walk back, we were caught underneath a cloud full of pouring rain.
We ran half a mile in… the pouring rain. Pouring rain. And it was very cold.
What an experience he and I had together out that day, underneath God’s powerful heavenly sky.
As we both warmed up and were getting ready to leave, we looked out the window, and said one last goodbye to,
our heavens in the hilly skies.
Pray To What Earth
Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,
Which asks no duties and no conscience?
The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path
In some far summer stratum of the sky,
While stars with their cold shine bedot her way.
The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky,
And far and near upon the leafless shrubs
The snow dust still emits a silver light.
Under the hedge, where drift banks are their screen,
The titmice now pursue their downy dreams,
As often in the sweltering summer nights
The bee doth drop asleep in the flower cup,
When evening overtakes him with his load.
By the brooksides, in the still, genial night,
The more adventurous wanderer may hear
The crystals shoot and form, and winter slow
Increase his rule by gentlest summer means
— Henry David Thoreau
(the location where we walked is known as Hilly Skies)