Rainfall at Dusk

As I sit amidst the trees, reminiscing about the chase we recently undertook, pursuing the sun across the fields, over the house, and through the woodlands of the Waterloo area, I am reminded that, for a brief moment, this is a place of respite. Listening to the rain slowly cease, I am in no hurry to return home, not just yet. This locale is too enchanting for me to hastily depart, so I remain seated for a while. This is where the dragon rests for a brief duration.