I loved the rain,
but always suffered badly
from post-pluvial tristesse.
My best wet afternoon was in the mouth
of a disused railway tunnel,
behind me the mile-long carbon-encrusted dark.
I loved the rain,
but always suffered badly
from post-pluvial tristesse.
My best wet afternoon was in the mouth
of a disused railway tunnel,
behind me the mile-long carbon-encrusted dark.
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