Imagine standing under the canopy of a green forest. And the summer solstice just past. The early evening is warm with
a bit of night dew touching your face as you walk.
The crickets quit singing their love chant to their mates. And the night birds start to quiet down. Their instincts are telling them a
rainfall is coming.
Then in the distance a low rumbling can be heard. Thunderstorm sounds are echoing throughout the forest. You find cover
to protect yourself.
As you wait, you listen to the low rambling sounds of the passing overhead. The gentle rain dancing on the green leaves
makes a beautiful song.
