Quietly

A few moments were taken to sit quietly in the evening after a long day. It could be turning into a long week or a flash gone quickly. A mere pause in the chaotic blur of activities. A slight moment to take in the calm before starting again.
The day was settling into dusk and darker than it should have been. Clouds had gathered and blocked much of the light from the setting sun. They held it back for the few relaxing minutes being spent to unwind and renew. A wind picked up. The trees rustled and a breeze wound its way around the small circle of comfort. It cooled and refreshed. It teased of moisture and blew a little harder. It persuaded head to settle back against the chair and eyes to flutter closed to feel the cool against cheeks and soothe away the day. The scents and sounds whirled close by and held a rhythmic beat of pleasant tranquility. The movements surrounding held the world at bay for those brief, needed moments. It was enough to pick up and start again.
It waited until after rising and retreating back to the routine to release. The clouds went darker and seemed to move closer to the earth. The rain broke through and whispered invisibly. The force of it could only be seen when its own light cracked the sky in silent brilliance. It was only enough to illuminate the slanting dashes pounding quietly down to revitalize and restore.
A small storm to clear and refresh. A silent rain as to not to disturb.
A moment in the day to stay quiet and still.
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