When nature decides to give itself a shower.

The rain fell steadily over Cradle Mountain this morning as I wandered through the lush vegetation. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the scent of wet earth and foliage. The rugged peaks of Cradle Mountain were partially hidden by thick mist and rain, creating a scene that was both tranquil and invigorating. Each drop of rain seemed to renew the landscape, washing away the dust and bringing out the vibrant greens of the plants. It was a moment that invited quiet reflection and appreciation for nature's cycles.