Rose After the Rain

“The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.”
― Sherwood Smith

The last four miles of my bike ride a couple of days ago were in a soft rain shower. The random patter of raindrops made on my riding helmet made more sense than the last twelve months combined of political statements and commentary by every political candidate and analyst in the U.S.