Story 12 of 48, about 4 minutes to read

Beneath the Veil of Water

A refuge in the green heart of an endless rain

You are sheltered on a veranda, hands resting on a dark wooden table, while a rain that seems endless falls on the garden. There is nothing to do and nothing to decide: only listening.

There are no minutes to count, no hours in flight: there is only the wide breathing of the rain, a present that expands, enveloping, almost eternal.

The whole story is in the book, with its full-page illustration.