A veil of rain falls languidly,
to shine on stones that peer through clustered heather,
pearling blueberry bushes, unfolding bracken.
Fragrant mist rises from newly dampened moss,
atomised, soft, suspended
under a cloak of tranquillity.
Towards evening the curtain lifts and a ballet
of viridian, sated trees sways in a welcome breeze.
Then the sun, gloating in unhindered victory,
shows off photogenic glamour
before rogue clouds obliterate its short-lived cheek.
Evening descends on Highlands quickly.
Waking fauna stir and quietly prepare for night.
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