Raindrops splashing down on the surface of the water making ripples, some large , some small. In this photo, the water is a deep blue with shadows of light here and there. In the poem, the lake was actually grey because the day was totally grey.

Trill

Raindrop splats
dancing on the water.
The lake laughs
from so many tickles all at once.
The birds enjoy
this background music
as they start fishing for their breakfasts.
The loon,
happy within himself,
calling to no one in particular,
adds a goofy trill of harmony,
making the morning complete.

Up close and personal picture of a male loon with his green-black head and a red eye and a strong of water drops trailing down from the chin of his bill.

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