Sounds of Summer

As I sat, and listened to the sounds of summer, the sound of running water rang clearly.   A fairly warm day, but there were no kids playing in the waterfall.  I watched as the water drops,  hit the ground and burst into a million of particles, on the weather worn concrete.  I approached the waterfall, but felt no urge,  to allow it to spray my hands with a slight mist.  I then walked away to explore a different sound.  The notorious water fountain, of which flowed continuously,  with no interruptions for thirst, or just kids play.  Simplicity.