The Rainy Day And The Redbud Tree

Clouds blanket the sky on this cool Indiana morn. I sit swaying ever so slightly on the swing of my porch and delightfully, my daughter has come out to cozy with me. Just as she did, there was a rumbling of thunder as if to applaud her brilliant decision. The rain has picked up, coming down discreetly like a lady dressed appropriately for the occasion. The raindrops are capturing light in all directions and I marvel that even though there is no sunshine, the light that is, reflects upon the water and I see the reflections  rounded on miniature heaps as these light-catchers take a ride on the swaying, heart-shaped leaves of my redbud tree. Bent ever so slightly because of the weight of the raindrops but none fall due to the strength of their firm attachment to the tender branches of the tree. The green seed pods hang translucently by the hundreds along each branch and again I marvel at how many have formed even on the newer branches. Each seed pod revealing four seeds. One tree has the ability to reproduce thousands of its own each and every year. I know that I can be a hopeless romantic on days such as these. And I appreciate the ones who tolerate and let me be me.