A lazy drizzle ceased, br br The garden still wrapped in a languorous haze, br br With droplets sliding off leaves. br br br Warm vapor rose to meet, br br Moist sunlight, that filtered through, br br Air laden with the aroma, of rain-washed grass. br br br A trail weaved in and out of a shady grove, br br Shivering droplets onto walkers, br br Who gingerly stepped onto this slippery path. br br br A hushed presence surrounds this enchanted garden, br br Perhaps, the portal of magic was still open, br br Transmitting a state of grace.