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All day and night was rain

The morning too,

Summer overflowing

Green, overwrought

 

We passed roads unrecognisable;

Verges narrowed by verdure and

Overhanging trees.

 

The mind too was a rabble of thoughts;

New, hemmed

Heavy as cattle huddled

In the corner of the fields

Sighing in droves.

 

We drove thunderstruck

With news of a loved one laid low.

 

Drystone walls ruptured by floods

Lay upturned in the long grass.

 

Through an open window

Wet seasoned air blew drafty and warm,

So fragrant and ripe

It seemed obscene.

 

 

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All day and night was rain,

The morning too;

The summer overflowing

Green and overwrought.

 

We pass roads you wouldn’t recognise as home,

The verges narrowed by verdure

And overhanging trees.

 

The mind too is a rabble of new thoughts;

Heavy and hemmed

Like the cattle in the corner of the fields

Sighing in their droves.

 

We drive thunderstruck with news

Of a loved one laid low,

Past low cobbled walls ruptured by floods;

Life, the intrinsics of form,

Upturned like apples in the long grass.

 

Through the open window

The wet seasoned air

Is the scent of summer,

 

A fragrance turned so ripe

It seems almost obscene.