Even without sound

 I hear the water rushing, bubbling, sparkling.  I remember red boots and puddles.  

A breathable kingdom

verdant.  Invitation to put on red boots and explore. The same path is never the same. I'm thinking of the the familiar trees how they curve, how the daily archs to embrace adventure.  I say, the simpler the better for the simple is just that was well as complex.  Embracing the opposite, each adventure has its curves, its center, and spot of blue.  Perhaps, a couple of puddles.  Oh, those red boots how they take on the world -- one step at a time. 

Beauty stacked

After rain where there is mulch, unexpected beauties appear.  Looking down has its rewards.  I could fall for that dried curl of leaf every time.  Of course, I'm meeting these red fungi as I wear my red boots.  Symmetry & spontaneity welcome in the New Year.  

What's the relation of koi and rain?

What is the relationship of a red wagon left in the rain?
What is the relationship of red rubber boots and rain?
What is the relationship of sugar maple leaves felled by rain?
What is the relationship of earth and the first full rain of a season?
What's the relationship of window (closed) and rain?
And where do the wild turkeys harbor in such a rain?