The drops fell in puddles around me, leaving circles which disappeared almost as quickly as they were created. I could smell the freshness of the clear air whilst walking and taking in the quietness of my surroundings. The rain seemed to have frightened most people away from the park, the only other daring individuals accompanied by dogs on their obligatory early morning rounds.
Raindrops on the leaves, pausing for a moment before continuing their journey to earth, the vague background rustling of those that made it first time round left a feeling that everything was in place, that all things were as they should be at that time and place.
The little creatures going about their business as if nothing unusual was happening, in the instinctive knowledge that one thing follows the next in the same way that day follows night. It was a moment of peace and acceptance, knowing that this was all there was at that moment, that past had dissolved into irrelevance and the future into wishful thinking.
And so the grumpiness passed, the greyness of the skies took on new meaning and vague feelings of sadness subsided into mindfulness, an appreciation of the here and now of the moment. I felt the completion of nature around me and for a moment and enjoyed the momentary feeling of inclusion.