Rain drips off the leaves and the sun's rays slice threw the black clouds.
Raindrops, like tiny jewels, sparkle in a spider's web.
The old cracked gate quietly squeaks in the gentle breeze.
I walk with noiseless feet, the sweet aroma of the damp soil drifts up to my nostrils.

This is, of course as you can see, unfinished. I thought I would post it anyways, since it has been so long since I last posted.