It rains for longer in the woods!

It seems that you can hear every raindrop as it tumbles through the leaves and every breath of wind releases more. Whilst sheltering from the passing shower and giving thanks to the Holm Oak and for its year long leaves, you can forgive the large drops of cold water that find their way down your neck, better the odd drop of rain than a good soaking out on the path.
The view from this semi-dry safe harbour is of a sea showing more signs of Winter than Spring and the occasional gull or Jackdaw as they patrol the cliff edge, the rain drops continue to drop and trees sway slowly with the added weight of those that don’t.
After a while I noticed a puddle, not too far away, that showed little sign of the torrent that had forced me to seek shelter under the trees. Not a ripple stirred the water, not a single raindrop added to those that had already found this pool and contrary to what the deluge under the trees would suggest, it seemed that the passing shower had indeed passed.
It was time to move on because under the trees it continued to rain.