The wet churchyard earth
Speaks of nature’s rebirth.
The graveyard grass smells fresh.
I see life and death.
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Many thanks for sharing, Michael. Kevin
You got rain, this Wednesday? If so it is great! Best wishes, Michael
We had rain in London on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I got caught in it on both occasions. We undoubtedly did need the rain and I hope we get more of it, even if it does mean me getting soaked to the skin! Best wishes. Kevin
You’ve really captured this moment, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie.