An elephant stands in a forest of trees as the rain gently falls.
Past Midnight
Bushland
From Start To End of Raincloud
Acceptance
Earthly
. . .
I stand close to my friends, the trees. Rain drops sound hollow against my thick hide. The tap falls and drips against my drum. This water from above where the moon reaches down to spread its light upon the earth. Heavy as the age of stone. I love this place.