August Rain

August rains visit the mountains like a song, sweet beginning and end. Ever soft and shallow, small droplets amass conviction then steam ever determined to the ground. Refreshing scents of sage and pine filling the air, an effervescent soup one wears to taste. All around colors change. Great mounds of stone alter to reveal other shades of magnificence and strength. Roads, once light and dusty turn to thick unforgiving muck, while the grasses shimmering light reflect the sky's brightness. Like stars, twinkling in their terrestrial cosmos.