Here are some wet, mossy tree trunks and a leaf drooping from the weight of water on its back. I took these photographs in late August of this year, as the sun reappeared after a heavy downpour. The verse after the photos is by George Herbert. I must give a nod to Friko of Friko's Musings for nudging my mind to call up this verse (which I hope aptly compliments the images) after reading her post today.
And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
I once more smell the dew and rain,
And relish versing.
English Poet, 1593-1633