Folkloric

The dry spell finally snapped,
if only for a a day or two.
It rained most of the morning
and would likely rain all evening
so I convinced you to take a walk with me
in the interlude
between the raindrops.
We panted up the hill
and wound around the reservoir
and the air was fresh and clean
from the earlier downpour.
Strolling along,
we stopped to pick and eat some blackberries
growing beside the path.
We saw a bunny
poised on the trail before us
and I thought to myself
"There is nothing more perfect than this,"
and the universe agreed
No, there is not,
and the bunny leapt into the woods
and we rounded the bend
and made our way home.