By Mary Murphy

While sitting and listening to the beauty the rain drops, speaking its on language of undenied essence. The rain came and disappeared with the sweet smell of cleanliness that filled the air.

Butterflies of different colors and sizes came calling, touching down wherever they saw beauty. Lately, they have become plentiful, along with the humming birds, as they touch down seeking the nectar of the plants.

On Monday, at 3 p.m. the power went out. The storm came like a mighty wind with trees blowing and outdoor furniture flying all around. My dog stayed close to the door while I was standing near.

It soon calmed down to a mist in the storm. After retrieving items that have flown close by, the sun came out.

Rain was soft and steady. We have no idea what’s on the horizon. The rain brings lush greenery with weeds in trouble spots, already with the beauty of uncanny surprises.

Looking down at the pond to see the overflow of water spreading out through the overflow pipe, searching for a runoff.

We love the beautiful joy of nature, but it also brings danger of unwanted snakes and other creeping things moving at a slow pace throughout the grass.

Children are born investigators, so beware of the creeks and mud holes that they like to play around. Many of us use moth balls around our property because they (creeping things) hate the smell.