Wet

  Walking after rain, in the cool air, seeing the trees heavily streaked, I feel sympathy as if they’ve been through an ordeal, something that shouldn’t happen.

There is, of course, a great deal of sadness in the cemetery, but what gets through to me is not so much the dying as the bravely coping with it. A tree, bearing up as the rain comes down, symbolises this.

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