Creepers love the rain.
Little pools form on the ground in the most unexpected places, mirrors of their environs..
even yellowing leaves seem to take on a new lease of life, however brief.
Dying leaves would leave their home to land in new places.
The rains may have gone, but the mists may resist going. Perhaps they wish to soften the lines of the hills.
Oft overlooked mosses dramatically assert their presence.
Old barks suddenly become shiny and fresh.
Even shriveled leaves sharpen their shape
Fresh pine needles appear.
The lines on tree bark look much more prominent.
Tender new leaves make a hesitant appearance
Even amorphous shapes put on stronger colors
Water collects on the surfaces of buds about to open
The texture of rocks appears more conspicous
The lines and colors of a banana leaf become more visible.
Little jewels hang on cactus leaves.
Tiny streaks become torrents on little waterfalls
Some flowers push out their stamens
whilst others prepare to bloom.
Even the colorless draws attention to the form of its intricate structure.
Others display their delicate charm
or their will for attention
I like their translucence
and their unabashed will for display
Everything speaks to me of Nature's will to flourish wherever and whenever it can..