Steady and deliberate drops fall
Patterning the surface of the soil
In stippled pattern
Releasing
The intoxicating sweet smell of fungal spores
Evocative of rare still nights
The air hangs
The sound mesmerising
Intensifying
The garden in secrecy awaits
Refreshment
Without torment
Of wind and storm.
Tonight the soil will be replenished
The plants nourished
Nurtured with care.