There is an ever

There is an ever so mild drizzle,

a soothing aptly chilled breeze,

droplets caress skin without a fizzle,

clouds danced above in a tight squeeze;

the light dim with an ethereal glow,

there was not the usual rush today,

the streets were calm in its flow,

for it was a joyous holiday;

the cows mooed walking dead slow,

unmindful of crows, stray dogs or rain,

every passerby seemed happy, nature was thorough,

the scorching town sang now in a different vein,

what a calm, bewitching, beautiful experience

made possible by contemplation and silence.