A strange kind of chivalry
I love when the trees absorb so much of the sunlight that their crowns become fiery and incandescent, fighting with the sky for my rapture.
Also, a word from the wise: if it should begin to drizzle on a sunny day, walk not down the path craning thy neck to find the rainbow, lest thou fall over the park bench in the process. There's an analogy somewhere in here, I'm sure of it. And naturally, I'm not speaking from experience, ofcoursenot.