The gentle taps against the weathered deck are as calming as a lullaby.

The rhythm so slow I nearly count the beats.

Joyous melodies chirp in the distance, grateful creatures anxious to reap rewards.

Swaying branches reach for drops of nectar to replenish their richness.

Blades of grass clap in exhalation.

The unexpected pleasure of a tender spring rain brings joy to my soul .

I pause briefly to appreciate the moment.