NEW. YEAR’S DAY
A long blessing
Shunned and huddled against.
Rain in lines and columns –
Tall ghosts tramping flat the fields.
The valley crouches sodden,
Hill and distance dissolved to grey.
Things move as little as possible,
Only the sound of running water
Returning to restless distant seas.
—
simonhlilly 
We’ve had rain like that these past three to four weeks. I was expecting mushrooms to grow inside the house too.
They shall take over the world with their umbrellas…..