Walking Though the Graveyard in the Pouring Rain

Walking through the graveyard in the pouring rain

I do not feel alone

Nor do I regret the wet

For I can feel the heavy rain

While those who sleep beneath the gravestones

Are company for me.

And these old churchyard trees

Thrive in the rain.

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