The silence after the rain stops

It was just a quick shower—three minutes, maybe—but when it ended, the forest held its breath. I stood on the trail near the old cedar, and for a full minute, not even a bird moved. Then a single drop fell from a leaf, and the world sighed back into motion. I’ve started noticing how much weight those quiet moments carry. Not answers, not meaning—just presence. Like the land remembers itself only when no one’s watching.