Rain ran through the night and all the day long tapping at windows rather like an old friend lost in the wind. Gently tapping at the window to be let in.
In and out of dreams a soft rain fell the night long and all through the day greening lawns and the ridge as though by magic from one day to the next and in between the garden and all were greening. Rose buds about to bloom and flower. Ripe and twine sweet spring rains tapped windows and dreams greening the garden and ridge. As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe