Fields and Flowers

The gardener walked around, and wheeled his barrow about, digging and spading, planting and seeding, going about his daily work. Then a sprinkle of prismatic raindrops came down on the earth. And all the gardener could do was to stand in awe in the dance of the drizzle, for it was nothing he had ever seen before. And before his eyes was an entire vision of vast fields and flowers that stretched for miles and miles. All he could do was to smile.