The rain trickled down on the green canopy

While the ancient calls of cranes echoed.

A mating dance ensued, wings and necks contorting.

The squawking faded as the crunch of leaves continued.

Soon, distant grunting came into earshot.

Pausing, looking down, a brood of little gators waited.

The sprinkles continued and flowers danced.

All just part of wild Florida on a winter day.