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Battleship grey
An ironclad sky
Weeping water music
Trickles softly
Everything dripping,
Rowan-berries,
Birch and willow
Jewelled with silver
Drooping branches,
heavy-loaded,
No hiding from this rain
It seeps,
Through to the bones
A wild cleansing,
A prayer
A blessing,
A reminder of how it is,
To be alive
In a wild world.

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