There is something so beautiful about a grey, rainy day. Life takes on a different pace, everyday sounds takes on different notes, when they mix with the music of rain drops.
Umbrellas and ponchos bloom – vibrant and colourful. And if one is lucky, like I am, you are with friends, walking down a beautiful road and get to see hundreds of frogs hopping and leaping in merriment.
We stop. Transfixed. These little fellows are surely headed to a party..maybe a birthday party. They pause, they hop, they gossip and hop some more!
I capture a short video…..
We enjoy their progress and continue to walk, the pitter patter of the rain keeping us company.
I stop to look at a cypress tree, loaded with shining water droplets, waiting to rain down on an unsuspecting passer-by or a child, who will giggle and enjoy the moment completely.
There is a solitary sparrow, hopping about and the gentle lotus leaf that plays with water droplets.
The cobbled stones have had a wash and glisten in the grey light.
We continue our walk down the road. On our way back, we stop at a cafe nearby for some hot coffee. As we head home, we see some frogs, still on their way to the party. Maybe they had to work late, maybe they had to run some errands at the last minute.
They look so cute, these frogs. The rain has petered out, but big drops plop down from the trees and ledges of buildings.