Rainfall

The rain falls quickly, drumming on the cold, concrete pavement. It mercilessly pelts a few straggling pedestrians making their way across town. Then, just as quickly as it started, it stops. A calm silence hangs in the air. The green grass and delicate dandelions take a breath of relief, and the rose bushes relax in the cool, humid air. The stone benches with forgotten names engraved on their surfaces stand still, the icy water dropping onto the colored rocks below. The large field lies untouched, raindrops falling from every low-cut blade of grass. A single bird lands on a nearby tree, sending a shower onto the soft pasture beneath it. The bird stays for a short moment, surveying the field beyond. Then, with a quick flap of its wings, it takes off just as the rain begins again.