I like rain. It cleanses, it cools and it brings mushrooms to life.
The mushrooms are bright or plain, big or tiny, reachable or far away, simple or fancy; they pop up from nowhere to everywhere.
I read that a musician was threatened to be sued on behalf of the mushrooms for copyright infringement to the songs he had composed. This is of course absolutely ridiculous.
But mushrooms do sing and singing makes them always look lovely and pretty.
They sing like seashells.
When I go up-close, I can hear the forest whispering in my ear.