Spanish Moss

I was walking to clear my head. There had been so very much had been thrown at me lately. I felt if I encountered much more, my head would just spontaneously combust.

The air was so thick; as it often is in the midst of Florida Summer. It would rain this afternoon. One could nearly set their watch by it. The morning was hot and muggy. The early afternoon was unbearably hot and humid. And in the late afternoon, the clouds would open up. Today would be no different. I took comfort in that routine.  

I got to the area of the road that I loved so much.  It had become my meditation spot.

I stood there watching the Spanish moss sway in the wind. The rhythm was soothing. I stood there for a long while staring at the trees.

After several minutes, I started back towards the house. A rain drop hit my cheek.  I looked up at the sky.  Then another raindrop hit, then another.