• _mangoman_ 10w

    And then the rain subsides.
    The dark clouds loose their vigour and the blue sky is vaguely visible but visible.
    The bees hum and the sunflowers bloom.
    The cracked window panes are now a thing of beauty.
    The drenched wood still drips water.
    Life flows.

    But did anyone think of the Jacobian Cuckoo.
    It would have to wait untill the next rain!