Snowing in Late Summer

' This is the day that the LORD has made, i will rejoice and be glad in it.'

20082009- How beautiful can a day be? Too beautiful to put it in words; too beautiful to see it in a picture; so beautiful that only the mind have enough capacity to store it; so beautiful that one has to praise the Creator...

Grey skies doesn't mean a bad day; bright sunny days may be dull. The cloudy skies somehow silences busy streets, even Blitzkriegburg hushes. Everything goes on as usual, but silences as rain gently falls to the ground. The light drizzling rain silences all that it touches. As light as a feather, the rain surely has a heavy impact on the surroundings.

Strolling in the gardens of Leonodor is just so calm and peaceful. How beautiful can GOD's creation be? The gloomy skies overhead reminds me that He is bringing refreshing rains to this land. With the rain softly falling on me, my spirit is lifted up, full of praise, gratefulness, peace, and joy. It is just a blessing to be here. Sadly, people are always so busy with themselves that they often miss the beauty around them.

The rain adds extra beauty to everything that it falls on. The fresh breeze turns ugliness around, like a mushroom blooming from a dead log. Brightly coloured petals fluttering from blossom to blossom, flapping with joy. Yellow-black workers hum delightfully as they collect precious nectar, bringing it home to turn into sweet honey. Crickets chirp happily in the dense grasses, cicadas sing in sync with the low humming of the wind through the leaves. Birds singing in symphonies, piece after piece, adding orchestral harmony to the music of Nature, worshipping their wonderful Creator.

The emerald blades adorned with crystal pearls, swaying gently in the wind, reflecting light a different directions, refracting colours splashed across the field. Flowers of all colours dancing to the wind and the music. Petals with shades of azure, pink, yellow, violet, white, and red fluttering in the wind, snowing in late summer. As if to finish this masterpiece, a ray of light finds its way through the cracks in the dense clouds. Thus, the glorious and great works of the LORD GOD. Praise Him in every way.

' Then sings my soul, how great Thou art.'

~CXXVII~

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