Rain darkens the tree trunks, the skies, the bench in my garden. Splashing and dripping in translucent drops, it falls to the grateful and thirsty land.
Put seeds and cover them. Blades will sprout where you do your work. – Rumi
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Ah, yes!
Good to see you Cynthia, thanks for popping in. :-)
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