Yes, It's Raining

Yes, the forest is utterly drenched.
All-night rain has that result.
Besides, it has been raining steadily
since; some unknowable force up
there keeps tipping over the 
brimming cauldron to restore normalcy
to a summer deep in drought. Yes,
it is still raining and the deep
penetration has roiled the forest floor
inundating the cellulose mass of
generations' accumulation, and
the earthly-wet odour rises to
infiltrate sensibilities as we tramp
along woodland trails, admiring
of the heavy mist veiling the
valleys where the freshly invigorated
creek of the forest's ravined geology
runs wide, deep and muddy
inviting parched insects and aquatic
life to enjoy the swirl. Drenched
birds huddle silently, sheltering
on dense-leafed branches. Spread
over the forest floor, clumps of
variegated fungi have magically
surfaced. Yes, it's still raining
but look, it's no more than a drizzle
now, and the still-green canopy 
of early fall, though soggy, offers
shelter, so enjoy your tryst with
nature, where rain's twilight so
wonderfully alters the deep and
dense verdure of the forest.