The leaves have come dark and green, green, green filling in the gap where the wind blew.
The longed for rain fills the flowers and bends the petals down to the grass.
A chaffinch sings the single note of its rain song green, green, green, time, time, time rolls in the cool, wet garden.
Beyond is the daily Sunday quiet and the leaves fill in each gap while the air lies still and heavy.
Cathy's real country garden 
Sounds good to me. xx
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Me too. Xx
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