A Path Through . . .

( Photography by Beyza Kaplan ) into warm, lush oblivion of sleep, rain on roof sprinkled sound over me, a smattering of faint applause, gentle drumming. This is the season when storms come, rumbling in gray and black, bold, rebellious, surging forth, unrestrained in their outpouring. But not this one; though still wild it wasn’t proud, dangerous or fierce, a shy-eyed creature, furtive, elusive, almost fearful to disturb. Understanding the complete absence of rain would disappoint, it sought to please with occasional patterings of its timid, little feet. It was enough, motions making soft music, plucking of strings lulling me to sleep, caressing me down into kingdom of dream. ~Scott Schuleit