Written for Sue’s prompt: https://scvincent.com/2020/08/13/thursday-photo-prompt-clouded-writephoto/
Clouds
As the storm clouds began to roll over the low range mountains, we could hear the silence and the smell of moss and fresh cut grass filled our nostrils and our minds, reminding us that this green comes when the clouds roll in.
Clouds roll on the land
Covering the ground with life
Fear was never here.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
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Sweet and refreshing Haibun Christine 🙂 ❤
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Thank you Nima!
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Welcome !! 😀❣️
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We complain about the rain in England, but that is why our land is so green 🙂 Lovely, Christine.
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Well, David was quite upset with me because I mowed the lawn on Friday but there was no rain in the forecast. I just wanted the grass to look nice.
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Mine looks lovely at the moment…lush, green…and more like a meadow than a lawn 😉
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Mine is sort of like a dried up patch of grass. Lol
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I would swap you… I’m dreading the dry spell when I have to mow it
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Yes, I guess mine will grow slower.
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🙂
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