A heavy rainstorm falls on a row of trees in autumn.
Mid Afternoon
Woodland Copse
Ten Minutes
Beauty · Weather · Nature
Squally Weather
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The sound of rain sounds loud against my leaves. The air, cool. An autumn storm...
Water trickles downward, over my limbs and trunk before, below, it seeps fast into my fibrous roots, where there, I pull it upwards once more, against the force of gravity to fill my being full with colour and life.