The old Road to Bonsall
June 24th 2012 Sunday 24th June 7am
Summer rain in the time-borrowed garden.
Everything is drenched, rain heavy, dripping - the air, the hedgerows, grass, foxgloves, roofs and pathways are all rain covered.
The rain rebounds off the old pigsty roof, dancing up and down. It sings a song around me. The rain-showers become a chorus repeating back and forth in between the verses of quiet. It is 7
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