Author 'Papillon' (Id 198381 ) : The beginning of spring had an air of autumnal ! The rain was falling drop by drop, the wood had become a temple of silence... Nothing but the sound of the drops on the leaves young, and some birdsong rose from time to time. The fog that covered it, and discovered the landscape, the sound of the rain on my umbrella, I elevated the soul in deep meditation... The drops on the branches kept the landscape, on the leaves they were pearls... It was unforgettable... I have tried to bring together, in this assembly, all the charms of this walk.