Trees sway in a clear breeze stripped of its humidity by the passing cold front.
The rains lift, the clouds part, and the sun spreads a golden glow.
Moisture, like tiny prisms, colorful sparkles on pine boughs.
A cheerful robin, perched in a nearby maple, cheeps and clucks.
Deep in the woods, thrushes join in post-rain melodies.
Butterflies emerge and flit among the sweet milkweed blossoms.
A landscape alive with growth and promise.