Brook

The little brook behind our house drowned out the noise of foot traffic on the opposite bank. It drowned out the passing bicycles crunching over gravel and leaves. Every so often you could hear a dog dive in the water, their tags rattling against their collars when they climbed out and shook off the wet. The little brook drowned out the trucks rumbling over the road beyond the path, and the hum of business in the shops on the other side. No one noticed the power of the little brook. They had their minds on more important things, I suppose.