I love a old gravel road br with numbers (no name) br on hot summer evenings br still wet from the rain.. br Where Deep in the silence br i hear not a sound br as nature is drinking br from A water soaked ground.. br soon there's a chatter br of birds in the trees.. br shaking their feathers br as they hide nieth the leaves. br I park near the curve br Just to listen to things br like left over rain drops br falling after the rain.. br Just looking at trees br and those things inbetween br after a late evening shower br is a heart warming thing... br as the warmth of the day br starts to rise from the ground.. br i see fog is forming br and head back to town. br There's nothing as peaceful br that i can name.. br as the smells of a backroad br After the rain...