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A walk in the countryside.

Rain is no friend.

By Peter RosePublished about a year ago 1 min read

The rain fell straight down, no slanting due to wind, no swirling around. We shel-tered for a time, then braved the soaking that was to come, home was miles away and night was rushing towards us. Senses drowned and hope washed away, we walked unthinking and with no hope. The old lane flooded, and every step was a slip away from muddied misery. We did not speak nor think, one step more was all any could make. The light was fading, dark was near when we found shelter from the rain. Next time we go by train.

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Peter Rose

Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-

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