I pass by graves
On a rain soaked day.
I know those below
Do not regret the wet.
I relish the fresh
Scents of this passing day
For after my death
I will know
No rain below.
I pass by graves
On a rain soaked day.
I know those below
Do not regret the wet.
I relish the fresh
Scents of this passing day
For after my death
I will know
No rain below.
Very true, Kevin. We should enjoy even the rain while we’re here.
Indeed we should, Vivienne. I love it when the rain brings out the scents of the woods and grasses.
I love those scents, too.