It falls from the heavens, sometimes fragile and soft, sometimes breaking hard against the ground, like a thundering heart pounding on the walls of the earth. Always welcome at any hour, to fill any hole that should not be so empty, to seep down through the cracks, to nurture what sustains us all. Some hiding, some staring straight back into the burning sun, ready to return, only to fall back, to raise life up through the ground.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Jerzy Durczak